It's time to let it go,
It's time to let you know.
Now all the butterflies that flutters around me are dead,
Now the thought of getting glimpse of you doesn't turns my head.
The roses given by you are resin hard,
And so is your heart.
I wish, I could preserve it too,
With molds, epoxy or some glue.
They say let it free,
If it comes back to you, it's yours,
But if it leaves you it's was never meant to be yours.
I have realised you are no different,
So simple and boring,
the way you talk or exist are kind of annoying.
The dreamy happy castle is now a rusty scrape,
And I am still trapped in your memories's graveyard looking for an escape.
It's an dead end for me and you,
You are over now,
And I am so much over you.
©shrutid
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