You spot, you chat, you talk, you skype, you meet, you spat , you split.
You cease the bonds of friendship.
It feel strange , it feels queer.
I am not programmed like that.
I am accepting. Did I make you my friend too soon.
Did I do something wrong?
Ofcourse I did not love you.
But I feel wasted to have spent my time and energy on you.
Oh the smart ass world and my naivety.
I am better.
I am smarter now.
I saved myself.
My choice came with a price.
Its all worth it.
You will find me.
The lucky one.
The chosen one....
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