the loves oned

We take turns sipping sourly
limp and cough
Angry and streaked
The love that keeps us going
with a glimmer of hope

We walk with a limp
Think tired of missing
at the end of a bright tunnel
But love does not bring us
understand each other

Sometimes we feel lucky
But we should be reflective
Will we arrive at the altar
With a broken run
Why love does not teach us
To stop pretending ??

We are crushed and melted
Scared of the sun
While we have forgotten
it flows with life
Forget the little things
which once was forgiven

Why we hide each other
Why get angry with the circumstances ??
Why run when there is something
swell if left ??

We believe in love
The ulcer and not simple
We get caught, fall trapped
In a ballad of loved ones