what i thought a chance of love that will last a lifetime,
it ended just like that
while i am the one who initiated the break-up,
it feels like you were just waiting for the proposal
i am once again picking myself from being torn apart
and i am being blamed for its failure to work
why it always have to be me and me alone
when it takes two to tango
so the poem writing begins
in lines and words i can pour my heart out
i'll keep on until the bleeding stops
it is not that i do not love anymore but i cannot continue when hope is out of grasp
