Makes me wonder
What’s love without the face of conscious effort?
What’s love without decency for courtesy?
What’s love without respect?
I don’t need to be told I can have the stars.
Nor do I want to be kissed under the sparkle.
I want to be looked upon as one of your own.
I want to be treated right.
I want to never have to say it again.
Love is Nothing without Respect.
What’s love without the face of conscious effort?
A Compromise and a gangrene.
What’s love without decency for courtesy?
A charity of the reluctant but eager to please looter.
What’s love without respect?
A black plague of an intellect.
March 9, 2013 at 5:46 pm
🙂 Well said!
March 9, 2013 at 5:49 pm
Good one Mitchelle.
I don’t know if you’re aware, you can ‘import’ all your preposterous blog posts to wordpress.
March 10, 2013 at 6:42 am
Hey Hardeek,
Thanks!
Yes I know. I’ve already imported them. Waiting for wordpress to reflect all those posts here. If not I will have to contact customercare.
March 10, 2013 at 7:29 am
Delicate and honest, even though I know, your work may not be autobiographical. Your pen has a tenderness of its own. Keep writing.
March 24, 2013 at 11:35 pm
Appreciate it Siddharth 🙂 Really do.
March 24, 2013 at 11:41 pm