Maybe someday I’ll look at this life,
I’ll say to myself it all happened for a reason,
Someday I’ll find a worth for my strife,
Sometime I’ll revert to a patient season.
Sooner or later, this will all be funny,
Hatred I feel for my own love or so called
Only then will I erase the pain in my mind,
Realising that crushes are only flawed.
This day, will shine power through my heart,
As I realise it was all in vain,
Loving so wrongly, and searching so hard,
I’ll soon realise what was won in this pain.
Love is painted in colours of red,
Objective not of blood and a scar,
Vitality and love; sometimes work well,
Except for when it all goes too far.
You never know when love will strike,
And it’ll tear you apart, whether you hate or you like.
***I don’t if you’ll get it, I did not write this too make it clear. What I’m saying is that one day I can look back on the painful and pathetic love I have had to deal with and laugh. It’s about realising that young love is partially pathetic in most cases and in future it’ll be fine.***
