Unsent Letters
I know what you think when you imagine love- One phrase with three words, Gifted chocolates and red hearts, Sweet nothings and small talks, In the sunset, a fever dream, But have you ever heard a lover's scream? He walks alone on his deranged path, Because he fell down, so hard. He was pushed, it was never his choice. He can't say, for he has a silent voice. He wants to scream, he wants to shout, To tell his beloved, out loud, How much he craves, To offer the love, he never gave. But all he can do is stab at his heart, So that it would stop and never start For it beats only for them, In a land of stones, a precious gem. He plasters a tortured smile on his saddened visage, As he watches his fever dream walk away. And fall for a man that is not him, But his love for them, yet not dimmed. Maybe his efforts weren't enough, The other man probably did better. Maybe, he failed to love enough. Maybe it's just a man's luck. Hate is a choice, love is not...