Twas a behavioural reflex
an output was sure
for an input
realised me pretty soon
Overusing it
nearly every day
since it was pretty strong
and also I loved it a lot
Then, once I
saw it fading away
heartbroken confused me
contemplated, hard
Twas mighty, anyway
why will it?
I used it I know it
It can just fade
Realised then,
twas being used by
someone else now
a neutralising effect witnessed me
Was I jealous?
or angry?
or sad?
worried?
Didn't really matter you see
now, its gone
with my acceptance
Least that's how goes my consolance
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Mehroobi Zaftas
PoetryMehroobi Zaftas, are poems written by me. They just have their own exclusive name. They are lucky you see:)