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That beautiful little lie called love

That beautiful little lie called love looked me straight in the eye and told me it’s all going to be alright, she said; “wait it out and you will see”. I have been waiting, only been seeing what I had hoped not too till now and yeah, I think I am out.

That beautiful liar told me love is patient.

That beautiful little lie called love reassured me love triumphant all. That in the end love would be the winner. It would surpass all. Well, I’m still not winning; love hasn’t become the secret mystery of strength in this battle.

That Beautiful liar told me love would conquer.

That beautiful little lie called love told me love does not envy. It told me love is always satisfied with its own, what it gets and to all ends. Well, I am still not in Good will; I still look at those holding hands or walking in the park with green eyes.

That beautiful liar told me love is not jealous.

That beautiful little lie called love sold it to me that it can’t be bought by money. It told me it can’t be influenced by material, that all that glitters, glitters for its own as it can’t be shaped by whether it is gold or not. Well, I am here chasing all the material I can get to floss and toss just so I can yield love my way.

That beautiful liar told me Money isn’t enough.

That beautiful little lie called Love convinced me that it is blind. It said I’d be a fool, weak to its charm and forgetful of its wrong doings. While I am still not overlooking all its shortcomings, I hate it even more for all the wrongs done unto me.

That Beautiful liar told me it would paralyse me.

That beautiful little lie called love tried to show me that it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved. It told me life is about experiences and although all loves are lost in time it’s better to have lost. Well, I disagreed then and I disagree now. You can’t lose what you never had. The trauma of the loss of love seems to outweigh the beauty of the emotion.

That beautiful liar told me it is the best.

That Beautiful liar told me way too much, but I’m glad it all came in the one ear and went out through the other.

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