Love in Pain or Pain in Love
Efforts to understand
Always go in vein
For some it is like a poison
For some it is a crime
For other’s it is like a bottle of Wine
Some die for their hate to love feelings
Some wait for their love to know
Some feel their love will be returned
Some feel their love would return
There are others who enjoy love’s wine
The older it gets the merrier it becomes for them
The more they gulp it, more they savor
But they forget the fact that wine is wine
Be it new or old
It’s the same old bloodie wine
It may get you high in the spirits
But is the poison for your high spirits
It’s the same old bloodie love’s game
Seems awesome in taste, when it gets old
But when you look to it for gain
All it gives you in pain
All this wine would give you is heart burns
Blood is at the end what it churns
Some wait for their love to know
Some feel their love will be returned
Some feel their love would return
There are others who enjoy love’s wine
Love in Pain or Pain in Love
Efforts to understand, Always go in vein
For some Love is Poison, for some it’s Crime
For other’s its like a Bottle of Wine
The bottle of wine that just gives heart burns
Blood is at the end what it always churns
Love in Pain or Pain in Love
Efforts to understand, Always go in vein