Love in the dark

Love in the dark

 

You love me on Saturday night

You love me again on Sunday

But when Monday comes, you forget who I am.

You love me only in the nights

You want me when you can’t see my sad eyes

You love me when I pretend to smile

And then when Tuesday comes

You walk in front of me without saying “Hi”

You love me on the dance floor

But you ignore me when I knock your door

Hey! I am the same woman

The one you loved in the night behind the bar

The one you asked out for a picnic in a park

You scarred and played  games with my heart

The same old girl you kissed so many times in the dark.

 

 

Reviews

[raj24]

for a moment i couldn't find a word to express myself, its just amazing, we love people without saying much, and they use us like we really don't have any words to say..we are not neglected we are just used...nice one...n hmm yes u really write like him, Oscar Wilde..:)

[Anita Singh]

Thank you so much for that wonderful review! :)

[ron]

Love in the dark is a lonely love. Great poem.

[Anita Singh]

Thank you, Ron. It has become a habit now.

[ron]

I'm so sorry to hear that Annabella.

[WILDERNESS]

That is very good....................a girl's poem, Ah!

[Anita Singh]

Thank you! :)