The Scooty Girl

 I steal her blush,
and she did stole,
my heart so many times
broken before to let me
conclude the same-
a captive device,
that should be insulated,
from love. 

And she germinated,
the seeds again-
the same pollen seeds,
demolished by betrayal,
despicable love. 

She rode a scooty,
with her friend-
we both chased each other,
I stopped at the temple
for the flowers,
they took a U-turn,
I drove straight,
again lost.