I asked myself baffling questions on the words i heard,
Trembling and turning every nights being haunted by the dead.
“I love you”, they said with smooth words as i seeked explanation.
Peculiar thoughts dribbled my life, thinking love is exaggeration.

I searched with the intentions of establishing a connection,
Love deemed to be fake as taken by those skilled to hurt.
To be love or to be loved, the feeling creates common fiction.
Thinking that i fantasize, till then i met the right heart.