I'm replaying my life in slow mo
Trying to figure where I went wrong It has been a while and guess what?
I still don't know
How a friendship so strong,
such a lovely bond,
could be broken by distance
And even distance doesn't wanna take the blame
Or was it the silence that put our friendship up in flames?
Silence on your part, or was it mine?
Funny enough this is what I think of all the time
Whether to hold on, or let go
No wonder I'm replaying my life in slow mo
Where did I go wrong?
The drama of our lives is no comedy
I guess it's our fault cos we were our own playwrights
Plot seems twisted, with events unexpected and now we're at a conflict
The picture may seem clear but we still need resolution
My brain can't seem to come up with a solution
We chose the plot and the setting, now we choose the ending
Whether to hold on, or let go
Was it worth it to replay my life in slow mo?
Where did you go wrong?
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Poetic Injustice
PoetryAs alphabets become words, words become sentences, sentences become poetic stories and these stories become life. This is Poetic Injustice.
