I saw you on a highly paid magazine.
You were showing up a beautiful grin.
I wondered if we would've worked together,
But then you just wasted it for another.
I can also see your almost naked body.
Now, for you there's no such thing as holy.
We could've made it up to here,
But you replaced me with someone mere.
It could've been us till the end.
Until you chose your "friend".
It was sad that we're wasted,
You know endings are all that i hated.
I was used to be right beside you,
Cause being with you was all i knew.
Now i am all alone, i dont know what to do.
It was like my world loss its hue.
We could've worked it out,
But you tasted another mouth.
We could'be make it very far,
But i saw you making out in our car.
This really made me sad,
'cause when i wanna fight so bad
But you chose be an artist
So you sleep with your boss, a rapist.
It could've been us but it ended.
Being cheated on is all i hated.
And now i am drunk and wasted.
I think the sadness and wrecked, faded.
Time really flies too fast,
Now you are not just a speck of dust.
I really thought that you wont make it-
But turns out its where you fit.
Camera's, lighting, and acting
That is your everything.
While i am contented with writing
Secretly telling that it was you im admiring.
Though, i cant lie that it's still you-
There's nothing i can do
However, i support your decision.
Its better to just pursue our own passions.
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Poetry
PoetryA random collection of poems. Thoughts constructed to make a beautiful art.
