Somebody asked me to tell her about the love of my life,
I paused for a moment as I put my life under the knife
I started reflecting upon all that was good and bad,
Not knowing from where to start, I hesitated a tad
There was one I found myself drooling over
But he was hard to attain, like the four-leaved clover
Still unsure if I should share these to her or keep quiet
I remembered the time one almost created a riot
There was a certain someone who had confessed
But I wasn’t convinced, despite of how he professed
Also was the one who didn’t bother to look past my body
And the one whose actions never matched his rhapsody
Few others who had flirted and blurted their bluff
But they led nowhere; things never were ‘good enough’
One had induced me in conversations real deep
I still wonder, how he jeopardized 7 years of friendship
Who knows what tomorrow, for me, will eventually bring
I might find him someday, if I just follow the red string
But for now, I knew that there was no story to tell
At least not the ones that I would ever want to sell
So I just smiled, leaving her out of the ‘if and but’
Wrote everything in my diary and kept my mouth shut.
Dual identity dilemma
