I love him so much,
I accepted hell with joy.
For his happiness ,
I let my heart peel off each time,
When she makes him laugh.
But that she ain't me.

For his merriment,
I sold for free my smile.
I get hurt but feel so good,
When he says I'm happy and that's,
Too with full heart.
But the reason ain't me.

This is so foolish.
I'm the kinda person,
Who get what she wants.
Or destroys so that no one gets,
I am stranger to sacrifices.
And for him I mastered this skill.
This ain't me.
© shayara