And one of these days,
My hands will accidentally
Scroll through random chats
And I'd stop for a second
And stare at our unfinished oneMaybe I'd open the chat
Or scroll past
Or close the window
Or throw the phone awayBut the keyboard won't open
At least not from my sideThey say people change
You metamorphosed
Into something I never imaginedEvery line feels forced
Every conversation ends with a sigh
Awkward moments
Awkward silencesSomeday I'd come by a song
I'd copy the link
And open the chat
Only to realise I can't send youI may even type something
And delete before hitting send
Those unspoken wordsOn some lonely nights
I'd miss you and want to talk
And then realise you're not thereAnd one of these days,
My hands will accidentally
Scroll through random chats
And I'd stop for a second
And stare at our unfinished oneYou've replaced me
Outgrown me
And it's okay (not)
It was never okay
And I end up thinking
Where I went wrong?
And I'd seek help somewhere
To ward off these cloudsThey say forget
I say...wow!
They say ignore
I say how?And they say a habit takes
Twenty one days to form
Maybe in another twenty one days
I'd leave the addiction
Of your wordsYou're happy now
More lively
More open
More cheerful
Something I've tried and tried
And now showered on people
Who fake praise you
And you'd never know
Or maybe you do
You enjoy the limelightAnd one of these days,
My hands will accidentally
Scroll through random chats
And I'd stop for a second
And stare at our unfinished oneAgain left unfinished.
A/N I've been not writing poetry for a whole month... Whoa! Can't believe it! Don't know why but maybe I've been in a dark dark place... And I am still trying to crawl out... I'll definitely crawl out! Till then... Goodbye!
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