His arms were not comfortable

Some people claim that being in arms of your beloved one gives you the greater pleasure!

It is the safest and comfortable place in the world !!

With one who makes you believe that love exists

Someone who can easily read your mind

Someone who can understand your emotion just of your body gestures

One who is never happy without your sparkle !!

To some extent this might be true, but it never relates

Whenever people say this gloaming words about love

Reflection comes on my mind

Which are like nightmares that hits me up today

I was unaware,

I used to feel the same his arms were my favorite place to be

But I cannot forget those scratches he had made on me

Those moments when I was crying,

Screaming, but he never cared despite he was enjoying and never wanted to stop

At beginning I was screaming loud as I could but it was useless

I was so scared so weak by all energy were lost by the time I couldn’t scream

Then tear were drowning down

He was still playing with my body

After when he was done he hugged me

That time I realize being in arm of my beloved one was never safe and comfortable

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