Love is a hoax.
It shows u colours only once ,
Which makes you believe it for months.
It makes you do stunts.
Makes you go weaponless in hunts.
Love is a hoax,
Maybe a web trap.
It hurts you like nothing else.
Places you in a boxing ring,
Where you can only hurt yourself.
People want it after it ends.
You get hurt again and again.
Heart can’t be something one lends
It’s all pink until it turns black.
All pure until they turn back.
Never too full,
Never too empty,
Cause it tells you what you lack.
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Mishthi Shukla is a 15 years old Student.
“I write poems to escape the world, I dream to heal people.”