My belief

My belief, that everything is hunky-dory, terminated,

While all my senses, with your memories, were still fascinated.

The world is a cruel place, they say,

But what’s more cruel are the people who, here, stay.

You broke a leg to break my heart,

While all you ever said was “till death do us apart”.

And waned away all my hopes,

While the thought of you still kind of gropes.

So then, why should I think of words that rhyme,

When, for you, I was not even worth a dime.

I could have done better, you see

Having you in my life was the biggest fallacy.

Thus there you go without music in my songs….

Without a rhyme in my verse…