Bleeding Love
Love gets me every time,
Each time worse than the other
Hidden rules make fun,
Poke, stab hard,
On the tender skin
Lurking behind the guard...
Hand-in-hand, we walked
In rolled-up denims and burped,
Fingers snapped in cheer,
Nails crawled in fear...
On an unplanned night
Wrinkled bedsheets beeped,
Wooden floors peeped,
Wall-termites creeped...
Vanity was dark and shallow
Voices in the head were loud and mellow
A ceramic Buddha laughed on the Table..
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