He made a lot of promises,
But now its all just ominous.
Now I'm forced to compromise,
And to curses -I immunize!
It's just a way of survival,
I am no way up to my rival.
He can of course, go be happy,
I will let go without being scrappy;
Whether I am unhappy,
Is none of your business,you sappy!
Phew, I am relieved it's over.
That it didn't drag till he took over.
But maybe he already did, as, if I am right I can't breathe.
And maybe I should let it go, there is no hand to soothe.
"My world is you,belle,I will always be yours,
Please don't leave me dream, I will become a corpse",
And now look at who did leave?
And did you die of grief?
All you did was lie,
And my bad,I did fly .
Now I am shredded blemishes,
And to me, you are broken promises.
Never in my life on my premises,
I will allow you to make menaces.
An innocent callow virgin I was,
A conscious, observing hoe I am.
All because of you,
Your words, my shrew.
And if I ask you , what were promises to you,
You reply "A mistake, just like you"!
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Quote: "For you,I was a chapter, for me, you are a book."
Written by a heartbroken lost teenager to cover the tears she spread on his broken promises.
~Chaahat
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