The Dagger Of Love

Whenever tis' you
;it's hard to breathe
And harder is when
- when -
you wield this weapon
- the dagger of love!
Your love is a thorn
- resilient and stupefying
Tryin' to seek from me;
The fluid of traumatic obsession
For when this flows out,
I'm me.

Creatin' is the supreme art
And it's us who make the shades glow
And with the clock
We see things smothered
- the lustre weathering
and the dust taking its place,
All this while
We go look for substitutes
But, they're just - what we say - substitutes

They say, you know,
Beauty lasts forever ;
Givin' us joy
Then why does this dagger of love hurts me more
And why do I still smile
Bearing the anguish
Maybe because
- love is meant to hurt
And we ,we're just meant to smile through!

And so it's alright
It's alright ,
When I smile while you pierce me
It's alright,
When you say that my love doesn't count.
Because for you to count
I'm not someone in pieces


In the end as we come into the epilogue
I'd still count down the pages we've written
I'd count down the twists our story had
And I'd certainly look for all  the conversations that made us
All the morbid times we're through
And all those fights which led to our intimacy
Maybe the moments of smile were less,
Maybe there were times we spent alone
Maybe the love we had wasn't ample
But you see,
It's not love that makes a story
But  the lovers..!