Black pearls starred in my eyes, so bright.
my silken skin embalmed in moonlight
Enticingly enthralling, my beauty
the mirror praised all night.
He never noticed,
The sweet scent in my hair,
my sultry eyes; my lips, a lusty lair,
the crest of my breast,
he never noticed, he didn't care.
My body, painted in summer hue,
dressed in lilac lace and dew
smelled of lust & love, raw yet ripe,
Waited lovelorn,but the truth,my heart knew.
He had no time for me, my wait saw no end.
He spent his evenings with his friend.
I craved for his touch
Not an icicle of romance,would he spend.
I was angry and frustrated
Unsatisfied and lonely, neglected.
No matter how hard i tried
I couldn't attract him, our love life was dead.
I loved him,I wanted this to work out
He refused to meet a counsellor
Confused about our future
I asked the traditional Pink flower
To show me a sign,tell me what was true...
Killing a bloom to dispel my gloom
I ripped a hundred petals,chanting...
"He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves him.
He loves him not.
He loves him...
He loves me not. "
And that i already knew..
( Disclaimer: it isn't a real-life story. it is only fictional. )
Here's the much needed explanation: this is the tale of a girl who's boyfriend is gay. read it again to appreciate this.
