PMS

You just sit there,

And listen to me-complaining over and over,

About how I am losing my hair,

How I've got a zit on my face,

How I've gotten too thin,

But you tell me I'm beautiful anyway.

I'll get all bitchy,

Pull out a fight out of my fist and wave it at your face,

Sulk around when it was just an honest mistake,

But you sit there and tell me you love me anyway.

You've got me tied so tight,

Turned me inside out,

Stop spoiling me, love.

My eyes swell up,

I start crying for no reason at all.

Anyone around would think I've gone delirious.

But you give me a kiss on the forehead,

And patiently wait till I stop anyway.

So I've packed up my suitcase,

And I'm ready to leave,

No tickets booked for a return flight you see,

You wave goodbye and tell me,

You'd wait for me anyway.

You've got me tied so tight,

Turned me inside out,

Stop spoiling me, love.

[Love ain't just another word,Dreaming together, parallel world,

Kisses just can't reach to your place

Feeling is just what matters in the first place.

Too much love has spoiled me too,

It makes me squeal and this space is cruel

Your eyes are the radars that scan through my heart

And don't you think we could do it from the start.

I love the way you piss me off,

You make me mad, you make up these rules.

And oh, look at you now breaking them in 2 and 2.

Can't make up for those times, we've lost count

Can't make up for those times , when I freaked out.

Just to get back to you, again, again, again. ] - Rohit Shakya

Stop spoiling me, love.