She thought her dreams had come true,
Unaware of the impending doom.
She thought she would be complete,
Didn’t knew she was about to lose herself.
Her hopeful spirit, became a curse,
the false hope that things would change for the better,
did her more harm than good,
tears came to define her way of being.
The power to forgive easy,
Made her look easy.
The hurt kept on increasing,
‘Cos she gave too many chances.
Her spirit was almost breaking,
She was finally tired of her emotions,
Being played like a toy.
‘It’s over for me’, she said.
‘You’re being mean’, he said.
‘I know no other way with someone like you.
I am sure, i’m done with you.’
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