Monday, May 1, 2017

No love

Love knows no cowardice,
Even to a man this nice.
You shall get to eat my boots,
The lovers of my life, my discarded roots.

I can't teach you love, if that's what you seek,
Divinity is what I'm here to preach,
Your soul becomes a lifeless leech,
The moment, my principles, you breach.

What a waste this life has been,
Running on ad-hoc spares,
I look forward to another life,
One that doesn't need  any repairs.

Before you would even realise,
I would have said my goodbyes.

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