Love

L-O-V-E That word is probably not for me I have been waiting for ages Maybe it is not what we read in pages That warm, good feeling Feelings like 🦋butterflies in your tummy Although it could be a sweet bitter honey I had made room for a new emotion Never knew I paved way for a wrong decision I don't know what feels true anymore Like a melancholy I am indecisive But that shouldn't make me submissive So I pen down in words Another world it feels I will be loved At this point I commune with my bed All these voices in my head This word called 'Love' Is just like a jail in dearth of inmates so wouldn't like to fall victim On which I grip on this thought to mediate unfortunately Nature had other plan installed for me which I was skeptical to believe