She never wanna tell
A lie to me but she lied
She never used that
Idea once she decided
She wanted to go
On a date with me
But not to sip
Just a cup of coffee
When I brimmed my courage
I found her moody
Sometimes
She behaved like a bitch
And tried to kill me
In her selfish love
She was caught
Red handed but she denied
Friends of her
Were all crazy
And always used to
Pull my legs, scratch my back
She used all of them,
She was really bitchy
She tried to turn on me
When I was on terrace
She was considering herself
As a ramp model of Paris
She wanted to
Get me as her mate
And tried to search
Herself in me as a bride
Reality turned her
Face towards mine
I found her soul
Drenched in red wine
She was careless
And lost herself in enmity
But usually in front of me,
She talked much pretty
Story has gone out of track
Without saying a word
I wanted to set back
Myself as a third
These words sound there
Where I live, where she bide?
Words by: Vinay Prajapati
Penned:2007
