People always knows when someone loves them
Most of them ignore and shelter the numb
Because they feel like they don't deserve it
It's blasphemous to love someone when deep down you know that the puzzle doesn't fit

We don't love bcoz we are broken within
Emptiness sweltered our emotions seethin'
Draped in the scent of longing just like the moon
the lonely promises waning into phases, sometimes nothing but just gloom


Those who are hard to love have never loved before,left to fend for themselves
They r either too independent or clingy, but settles for less
The fear both to love and be loved,cause it's alien to them
They found true love only in fiction and the reality condemn


They are not hard to please just a hug would suffice
They may come out as strange and cold but often melt like an ice
They just think they are unworthy and unlovable cause they care deeper
No poetry would be enough to portray their Love, the love of a reaper