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.