undefined way of love

Do I really love him?
I'm questioning myself
Why I'm unable,
To do the things he like?
If I love him
Why can't I accept his way?
Our love is not same
Why can't he make me realize
That he love me.
Is it really love?
Or buried lust in our eyes
I'm tired of my thoughts
About what really happening 
If I love him,
Why it's killing me?
If I'll stop,
I'll be the murderer of myself
My own soul.
Do I really love him?
I'm questioning myself
I'm deeply burning
By the lust inside us
But is it really lust?
Or untold love between us
The unsaid words
Or an undefined way to love

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