Blame not the time but thy whine
The problem there is
Is the presence of the past you can't release
Illusions filled your mind but not at lease
Leaving you flabbergasted by reminisce
I know you're far be it from her to complain
Though she left you shattered in vain
She's all that was yours not stained
Two years passed, still unmoved by promised restrain
Imagining men that can't be moved
Is the thing that's why stupidity was been proved
It's also the reason why people tend to act rude
They're miserably faked and mind was delude
Pity young lad, I know you've got brain
And I pitied you though you have all the riches of the rain
I thought you've matured but sorry you're still entrain
Time might kill you or first annihilate your heart-in-sane.
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