It is an old tale I kept on hearing
An old pages he keeps on reading
I was hoping for him to stop
But I was the one who learned the gap
It took years for me to finally shut it
Uncertain of time when he will close it
It is a wasted years of letting it retell
It was a beautiful story but not for me to tell
It is a love that never happened
A dream that was awaken
An end without a beginning
A song without a rhythm
Foolishness is one thing I can't stand
Not realizing it is I, for all this time
I could've sworn it was a serendipity
Ironically, with the same mind denying its entirety
