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Ruthless Bench…
The day is hot and gloomy,
Finished raining and the roads are still wet,
Thought of taking a walk,
Passed by the bench where we first met.
I wandered back into the past,
Drowned in the memories that would ever last.
For me best friend he was my soul mate,
Surprised to me for him I was merely a bait.
He loved her and wanted me?
I could not be in her place …
And she never would have been in mine.
Had I not complained it would have been fine.
Why blame? He is just a guy. Right?
He left my heart soar and in my eyes endless tears,
But for him no fears, no tears, no fears, no tears.
A new tale he would make to his peers…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag