Love, A Messed Up Art!

Hearts, 

The word is evil, 

Shelled with the appearance of good. 

Hearts are never attractive, 

They are the same pale bags 

Carrying pure love, 

That will never be pure, 

When it stops pumping.

I believe in fairy tales 

The beliefs that our mind held, 

Would be the reason for the every fate of love. 

Reality is different than our thoughts. 

While we paint the hearts with red, 

No one knew, 

Heart are a messed up art 

All colors from the canvas 

Poured up and mixed, looking unattractive.

 

Yes, hearts are never fresh and beautiful, 

Remember the oldest novels 

Tastes better with a moral, 

Of true love will return back!