When warmth takes a rapid turn to blue,

And with an urge to find someone new,

They choose to be deliberately obtuse,

And love is their term deceivingly used.

 

The fear of being sucked into banality

Never let’s their sufferings be set free,

They’re selfish and eager to borrow,

Unbothered about passing the sorrow.

 

They embody affection and originality,

Hiding well the shadow of ambiguity;

They’ve learnt to be deliberately obtuse,

And love is their term deceivingly used.

 

Their intent is to hook-up and leave,

It’s seldom hard to cope and believe

How they premeditate their clean abort,

And blame it on their past that’s distort. 

 

There’s lustful lurve and then there’s storm,

Until they unexpectedly disappear a morn;

They’d always been deliberately obtuse,

And love was their term deceivingly used.