Why do we always say falling in love?
We keep doing it and we don't move,
Is it because love is down and not above?
Every day we're failing, we don't improve,
Why can't it fly high in the sky like a dove?
Why does our heart break into pieces?
We give it out but they dine it with spices,
We shout but they cannot hear our voices,
While wooing them we make lots of sacrifices,
Why can't they choose to treat us like princes?
Why are our minds always depressed?
We dress them but they leave us exposed,
We keep trying but they're never impressed,
We keep knocking but their doors remain closed,
Why does our whimsical mouths remain unkissed?
©Kelmwa
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