Dodging mirrors are ugly, as a metaphor claiming notions
The heart repels the odds, of the rising thunder storm

Sneak back the past for kisses and joys lost in pain
The passionate thrills still looky, yet ready to conform

Wild as beast, she devoured the hell out of the Love
Confronting emotions by the the war of the words

No charm could ever cross over a woman’s magic
Nevertheless her heart tends to be the house of cards

Love stays love, by the moment she confirms it to be
or it is a hell gets lose, on the world of a loving heart

No matter how absurd it may seem, it is what it is
A churlish cheating duck, would never be a sweetheart


Written by Rana M
© 2005-2018 Rana M  All Rights Reserved

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