CHOKEIt is such a strange story Things have to this pass come The more you try to kill me The more I want to die Starts with a blue-eyed boy Thought he'd found love true 'Tis the heart now that's blue Red is the color of the eye I yearn for moments of loneliness So I can writhe in the bliss of pain This hurt, my tears, still be my gain I know, in you lies their provenance. I smell you in the morning breeze Wake up with you by my bedside Your zest with all my actions dyed I move with you, with you I freeze. Apathy's forever the wage of love And agony breeds more agony. The heart they choke in symphony A hope stubborn, a brusque shove. The irony of love strikes so fine I have lost all, yet I get to keep My love that all belongs to thee And all your pain that is mine |
| Aman Behal |