Light at the end of the tunnel...
It struck me like a bolt of lighting,To control my emotions with myself I was fighting.
Though the writing was on wall for all to see,
The thought of her liking me was a fallacy.
Wanted her to dream my dream for me,
Never really cared about her own fantasy.
But now I don’t want her anymore,
Is it because the grapes are sour?
Behold! I wont give up so soon,
My moods swing with the phases of moon.
Down I might seem one day,
While the sun shines, will make hay.
posted by Janus @ 6:53 AM
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