I hate the way you bitch at him. And the way you told him no. I hate it that you moved on. I hate it that you walked away. I hate it that you said you loved him. I hate it that you thought you were always right. But mostly, I hate the way that you said goodbye, and then hello, expecting life to have stood on by, just for you to live your life.
"Click".
It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.
Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.
Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
Hoping to understand why the routine
drifts away in prose
For every detail and every insight
The neurons kept firing in question,
Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.
Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,
Obtruded.
But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration
We know its time.
It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.
Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.
Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
Hoping to understand why the routine
drifts away in prose
For every detail and every insight
The neurons kept firing in question,
Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.
Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,
Obtruded.
But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration
We know its time.
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