Fruits of love

They call us fruits of love
Which means we are the fruits of beautiful love stories under the oaths of holiness.
Well all the beginnings are beautiful... mesmerizing let's say
But not all of us end up being beautiful inside.
Some of us paid for the sins of an uneducated love
That ends in very angry places .
They don't know that most of us fear the existence of beautiful love
After all to be loved is painful
Pain is the proof to earn it...
Worth comes with violence
 Simply we have been always there behind curtains
Some are dark some are grey while red is rare .
We were silent in hidden corners...
We have seen unkind gestures
We have heard ruthless words
Which the audience never saw...
We are the shattered daughters
The complicated lovers ...
We are the ones who've ended up falling for the dark
We are the mistress of dark
The daughter's of confusion.