O foolish bird, do not love
Love is just a colorful web
Son of Adam by whose help
will catch you
Take in the fist
Your heart will melt
You'll sing beautiful songs for him and his love.
But he will break your wings
And don't you dare to think
That after destroying you
He will hold you close to his chest.
Rather with old household goods
Will throw you in a corner
And you will be in such a state as
Someone with a knife on your neck
Cut your throat in half and
throw away
Such would be the agony
That you will not be able to live
Nor die
You want to scream
But the sound will not come out
Love is nothing
It's just a golden cage
Which
A bird like you is meant to be trapped.
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Author:
Farheen Naz Tariq (
Offline) - Published: August 24th, 2024 08:24
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Love it
What a great metaphor that love is just a golden cage in which you are trapped. Lovely
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
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