Virulent Infatuation

Relationships are very wearisome these days.But this immatured youth forgets that promises are meant to be broken.This poem revolves around my experience of a girl.

Woke up in good season,

In an atmosphere of extermination.

Though the rampage amidst was fatal,

Yet in search of light behind the tunnel

Because appearances are deceptive.

To err is human,

Stuck in the rattrap of endearment and emotion,

No ray of utopia,

Prey to Insomnia,

Collecting  all her calignosities,

She became the angel,

I be the devil.

No one is to be accused,

Self-consumer of my woes,

Love was wondrous I had read

But also obnoxious as a I had dealt.

Rat eyes hunting a helping hand,

Still a man filled with dust and sand.