“Yet each man kills the thing he loves,” so said Oscar,
But true, too, if I say to avoid bias,
That each woman kills the thing that loves her,
Chasing after broken promise or external appearance,
In pursuit of the one she loves or lusts,
Or turned off by too much love, and demanding less.
Each man is killed when he’s unwelcome to reveal his feelings,
When he’s pressured to restrict his love for miss,
When he’s told to stop his compliments, or his “flattering words.”
As a result, I have decided not to love much,
Not to lit a romantic candle or burn a passion torch.
Inspired by Haibar’s recent post! Aye! =)