Foolish Mortals Can Be // Minahil Naghman
He knocked on her door;
Bouquet of flowers in his hands,
A promise of a better tomorrow
A façade of endless lies.
She looked out the window
Saw him standing there
With a melancholic look on his face
Making promises for a better beginning.
He cried her name,
Called out to her love,
Said he was filled with it
The emotion of treachery.
She heard his pleas
His begging to see her
Just to listen one time
As he poured his heart out in front of her.
But what did he know;
Of how it felt to put your heart out
Let it be taken by someone brutal
And see it broken into pieces unknown.
What did he know
That when she looked at those flowers
She saw the ones he gave the other one
The roses of everlasting disloyalty.
He probably didn’t know
That when she heard his melodious voice
She only heard his whispers
Soothing the other girl to sleep.
He didn’t know how much she knew,
How painfully her heart burst,
How it’s ached to find his voice
His tranquilizing touch and charming lies.
So find another one to play with,
To mesmerize with your white lies,
To find another to twist into
The immortal pain she now held in her hands.