Illusions Of the Heart

Love is an illusion, silly human, just you wait,
Atrocities on the heart are what’s in fate.

Your mistakes become a weapon of own destruction,
A rattled mind that refuses to function.

Illusions are sweet and dreamy, and they suck you right in,
Shackles of dependency and chains of love are what you believe in.

Smarts are those men and women who tag relations as money pots and for growth,
Fatal are those relations where togetherness and respect are the goals.

You rip yourself and the other,
In a never-ending game of power & struggle.

The goals may range from peace & harmony to a brand-new home,
But nothing beats the smell of your gold.

What is your worth woman? Just low self-esteem,
You delivered something that a man can get by several other means.

Your failure is your own and your success is ours,
Your heartbeat for me means nothing but something that can be devoured.

You have no right to complain, the negative bank balance explains.

Your aspirations are cloudy, and the expectation is zero,
This is my trail for you to follow.

Your stupidness is commendable, to my heart,
Love is nothing if it tears lives apart.

Earn your living with head held high, a pound or a penny whatever comes by.
There is not a single soul that can love you, go deep within and connect with the holy.

No illusions, no heartache, just confirmation,
Life with love has no meaning without a bank balance.