love is a lie


Love is a lie.
Because when it comes a-knocking,
It shies away from my doorstep meekly.
Apologizing for pressing the wrong
Doorbell.
When I sought to beautify what is not -
Dressed in dark red with white trimmings
A touch of scent, a kiss of my lips;
It comes a-knocking again …
This time to stop, be mesmerized
And then. Shy away meekly.
Love is a lie.
Because there is not any more space -
To wander and wonder - left at all.
Because I grow tired and weary,
Answering to mistakes on every occasion.

Yet again there is bewilderment
As to why,
WHY OH WHY
I am still answering my doors.
Is love a lie?

Labels: Love

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