Thursday, 11 October 2012
Perhaps I spent too much time psychoanalyzing things,
Could it be,
I wonder why,
Cosseted by too much for far too long.
Perhaps the mind is at odds with my heart,
Can one ever be too much nice?
Is there an expiration date to it?
Little did I know
I coddle people to the point of suffocation.
The human mind is one complex matter.
And the heart is oftentimes contradictory to it.
Is it right,
Is it true,
Can it bring me happiness.
And if it doesn't satisfy the cravings
Resentment creeps in, stealthily.
Anger set on fire.