#poetry #icklings #warnings #falsealarms
They had warned me about it.
So, I was not expecting much.
When I made the decision,
their warnings, I remembered.
“Love is overrated”, someone had said.
“It will be hard work”, another had warned.
“Enter without expectations”, a once-a-romantic friend advised.
and then the others joined.
It was same thing twice and thrice.
“Love is not fancy words,
butterflies in the stomach.
Two days pass
and everyone cries.”
Now that I am here with you,
I have finally realised.
“Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
Just how much they all were wrong.”