That cute little girlish voice,
how can I ever resist it?
Why am I always such a sucker
for tonal quality?
Guess I listen more
than I see.
Beginning to conclude
that Time is the greatest
expression of Love.
No amount of material gifts,
or vocal promises,
can replace
the Gift of Time.
Stop saying
You love me,
it meant jackshit
if you don't give me
your Time.
Things go ugly,
we both have to take
equal responsibility.
Between two people,
you can never trace
the fault at source.
Ultimately,
it is one wrongdoing
and one wrong saying
after another.
Negative vibes
have a tendency
to take a whole fucking life
of its own.
It builds upon its own
momentum
and cumulate into
one big shitstorm.
But if we arrest that
now,
and if
we could both live,
to my oath written,
on St Valentine's Day,
a whole lot of
problems
could have been
mitigated.
But when we assume
rather than assign
responsibility,
we at least
still stand
a fighting chance
