My love, don’t ask me why
Amongst friends we argue and fight.
Why we seem to be at each other’s throats,
At all times when we meet and talk,
And then hug and part with eyes moist.
Don’t you see all the sugars in sweet talks
Resulted in the problems of life now,
That we pay dearly to untangle and solve?
Friends who seen through bitterness the love beyond,
Will never be enticed by the poison of meaningless sweet talks.
Others are just pebbles on the road, here today, gone tomorrow,
In search of sweet talks to drown their sorrow.