Silence IV

Days, months and years have passed,

The feeling was felt and thought would last.

But as we grew to be more mature,

The feelings felt was now unsure.

Yes, it was a dumb move,

To constantly imagine myself to be with you.

I assumed that the feeling was mutual,

And never imagined it’s becoming a ritual.

Days, months, and years passed,

Woke up to this reality,

And saw myself in sympathy,

Drowning my feelings in self pity,

“It’s time to stand up!” said God: the witty.

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