Placed my heart on a platter
A token of undying affection
But halfway there I let it fall
In anticipation of rejection
Dusted it off, put it back inside
Convinced myself it was broken
So I could play the victim
Use my pain as a token
I sat in my empty rooms and wondered
What could have. might have, would have, should have
Am I not to know?
No one may know
What might have happened
But this I realised
I would have let you break my heart
I wish I had
It would have been
a step in the right direction.
1 comment:
very well written, indeed, kit.. now only if hum aapke hain corn had come AFTER u wrote tis, bollywood would be a happier place..
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