Pass

I don't know much about rhyme or poetry
Still I write
To communicate to you
I know no twists of words
My words express very simple and pure
Yes, I'm sure
Let me ask,
Why you call a whore?
What have I done?
I was enjoying my profile having plain fun
And then ..., a matter of past
Now, I've lost at last
I battle no more
I was what I was
Now, what I am?
An outcast?
Regrets I carry not
Many times I was warned a lot
"Don't take it seriously, though.."
Why you came?
Didn't you know, I had a past?
Now your not what I thought
No your someone I must forget fast
Your hands care for many
Lips..sorry it's not to be mentioned..
Public knows your history witnessed
many times as special telecast
Your emotions limited to words you write
That too, who knows for whom
I'm fooling myself I knew from the day first
It's no doubt a unique story
with no motives no where leading
Just a time pass..
'Cause it happens in air to be forgotten
When reality strikes away from net, so fast..
Don't worry
It happens, is Okay
Hope you take in good mood this blast
As I'm habitual of taking yours..
Too often !