My Seasonal Love!

My seasonal love is a devil’s trap; guys don’t fall for me.

I may be your masterpiece but I am a curator; so I want you all for me.

I know I look like the one you are looking for since you were born.

But trust me in my heart I have never found fairy tale and unicorn.

When I am a secret you find my post candid and caption classy.

When I am an open book you see my personality random and life messy.

Some of you want to try your hands; some of you want to try your luck.

But tell me in your persistent tries, why should I get stuck?

In the darkroom of your naughty talks, I am looking for tiny ventilation of conversation.

But when I don’t find one, I wear a sassy smile to deal with the situation.

You know about my feminine obsession for window shopping and still blame me for not stopping by.

When I start living in you, your commitment-phobic genes pledge to cry.

I enjoy a cocktail like you all do and suck at making genuine choices but it is fun.

The world doesn’t give a shit but sees ME as a culprit who always hit and run.

 

So the tricky question is......

Am I the special one to go on a date with?

Or Am I the bitch strongly recommended not to pick?

 

The feminine side of my soul wants to know the truth!

MY SEASONAL LOVE ........LEAVE OR CHOOSE!