You Deserve Better...


You wonder if there really is someone for you…
The idea to me seems too good to be true…
In your every crush, you find the meaning of those four letters…
But all of them with a sad smile say, “I am sorry, but you deserve better…”

You’ll always be the one they come to for advice…
They’ll say your friendship is so special, it cannot be priced…
They’ll become your soul-mate; you’ll have found your lover…
But when the proposal comes, they’ll say “You deserve better…”

Denial brings pain, and yet they won’t allow you peace…
Self-obsessed, they’ll ask you “Why me?” begging you “pretty please”…
And when they’ve extorted from your broken heart its very last flutter…
They’ll hold your hands, cup your face and whisper,” You deserve better”…

And they are right; life’s too short to be sad…
Love is just one; there are many other experiences to be had…
Going through these lines, laugh as you like but never harbor hate…
For you, who write your own destiny, if nothing, leave at least love to fate...

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  1. Sreekala28 January 2013 at 21:17

    I feel love is something that happens, not forced upon, at the right time we find everything falling in place for us. And when that happens there is nothing like it. But then the heart burns and trauma one goes through during the process is incredibly excruciating. The phase is well depicted by the poet!!

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  2. Abhilash Urmaliya1 February 2013 at 18:17

    The poet is still yet to fall in love by the way!!

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