What is sweeter and purer than the taste of honey,
Your words, alike.
A comfort found in its substance.
My senses, feast upon your ability
To flip and twirl into an assortment of personas.
One, which had me enraptured with felicity, while
Another, capsized with your sheer arrogance of ignorance.
You got me trembled with utmost dread and uncertainty...
The moment our eyes met.
But truth behold,
Is a lie.
For you never once looked me in the eye,
But always, with a surety,
Of eyes cast downwards,
Looking down at me.
Did i feel the way you make me feel,
And trust me, when i say,
Give it up, cause I'm staying put.
In a matter of time, you'll see.
That what goes round,
Comes around, especially in this world.
Where everything is still an unsightly blur.