THE END
It is again that time
When she had once again tasted sour lime
They are again silent
Even though
She hoped the second time she wouldn’t repent..
How very naïve was she
That she expected “I love thee”
He didn’t return for attraction
It was just an act of pity
To her broken self
He was just giving temporary sympathy.
Her favorite sound of “Serendipity”
A believer in the signs of destiny
Presumed the interactions as love
Began acting as a “mated dove.”
Once again it is a no return
With a shattered heart, she remained baren
No more efforts, not a cry
Not again will she try
Even with the next lad in queue
To whom she will paint herself in hue
There is not an ounce of love left
This is the actual destiny
She had misunderstood signs, but now accept!
What was pity she took as romance
Not once but thrice
The hourglass is now empty without sand
Weighed heart closes the chapter forever
This goodBYE is…..“THE END!”
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