Hurtful..

Tell me what would I owe, if you call me with love..
If I wish to reap Thou, what do I need to sow..

I have spent days, without a much progress..
You're a mistress, whom nobody can impress..

Everything I have did, to look not as a kid..
Still I can't get rid, of things that I've hid..

We talk whenever, I dream you in my future..
My dear my pursuer, this is not a humour..

Do or don't I deserve, the time you reserve..
In my eyes I preserve, say what you observe..

By giving a glance, with a stranger stance..
It's like a trance, when you keep distance..

Girls always infatuate, and Boys initiate..
Quitting this novitiate, now let's negotiate..

So you Ms. Beautiful, stop being so busiful..
It's not that useful, being such a hurtful..

- Sumiet