The conditions

When you tell me love should be unconditional, then why do you have conditions for my love.

The distance and the fear everything is crumbling a part of our love.

 

It is shattering slowly and I can see my should burn with, because you were the last one I trusted in ages.

Ah! I just forget sometimes you didn't cheat me with some other women.

But you just happen to fall out of love quickly.

But why was even love to be mentioned in our thoughts, when we both knew we had all the flaws.

 I knew I won't let it die.... But I never knew it will kill me this way.

Take me breath away and push me to live with empty things.

But even this doesn't make my love end for you.

It grows daily, Like a weed...the contagious and intoxicating.

Even the distance doesn't help anymore.

My world is only "You, Me, We, Us Together, Forever"