Again and again, what's wrong with me?
I keep on tripping and falling but I don't learn my lesson,
I'm a lover I know but a blind one I guess,
Always driving to the dead end, always.
I give too much, too much love than what's retuned back to me,
Trusting those I love is something I do well,
Red flowers, dates, dancing in the moonlight I'm the romantic type,
I love wholly, with every drop of blood in my body that is now bruised.
It's pain and disappointments that I'm paid in full,
The tears I have cried, it's all because I have always tried to give love second chances and,
I kept on loving back after a fall and now my heart is aching,
Relationships are nice but they all end in tears.
©️OMS
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