Why say you love me,if you cannot prove that love?
How is that your professions of love hurts?
You would always be there for me I heard you say
But your heart is already departed from me
You would give your heart to me, and me alone
How is it possible when mine has been shattered by you?
What is your prove of love to me?
If you abandon me every time I am in dear need of you?
Happy I am supposed to be, having found a damsel like you
Your beauty turns to be a curse more than a blessing
I must have been blindfolded by your astonishing beauty
What is beauty without charisma and a good heart?
I sit here, thinking when beauty and ugliness became allies.
You tell me of what a profitable venture you are
Undoubtedly, you ought to be to any man
How I wonder if it ever occurred to you,
A pain in my life you are and yet I am enduring
Foolishness some said; what love could make man do
You would always support me I have heard you say countlessly
Now I wonder if you meant to say you would
live your life on me
I am thin and weary of your weight!
I endure because I want to make a companion out Of you
That was all I wanted you to be
It is like when I wake up everyday thinking
Your love has brought me nothing but pains
Just trying to please the essence of love,
Makes loving you so difficult
Real beauty my dear, is not glamour,
Real beauty is candor
Real beauty is me; originating from within
For every pain you have caused me, smoothened me
Evey tears you have made me shed, strengthened me
And every heartache, beautifies me
Now I am a piece of a finished artwork
You're just done with and now so useless and ugly
And I am just tired of living this ugly life with you
Now you are by-gone because you are
worn-out and old.
Though I tried to warn, you would not just