October
If happy ever after do exist;
Then what’s the role of turns and twist?
If love is all about happiness;
Then what’s the purpose of the word mess?
The green and the blue were always happy;
They laughed and talked about different things;
They never noticed the bleeding somebody;
The one whom they called, a dorky old fling.
The brown eyed guy was still hurting;
He loved her so much that it’s terrifying;
From distant he stared at the lovely couple;
Such happy scene and it was killing his soul.
The month of October was full of zest;
The loving and leaving, you could almost guess;
Who fool would love then just let it go?
No, it was not him. It was always a No.
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