YES WE'RE MEANT . . . NOT TO BE!

She have made it loud and clear
The things she wanna hold dear
Zilch in her priority
Ignored the minority . . .

It has become a routine
Things/events that he had seen
Difference of then and now
He should have known better now . . .

Situations were the same
He's always losing her game
He was summoned to follow
Though chances are so hollow . . .

It was all about the dough
That he always had so low
She had a no brainer choice
She gotta maintain that poise . . .

He was just drawn to believe
He deserved what he received
That it was all his fault
The supposed adding in salt . . .

Score now was two against one
But still, he can't be the one
Stacked-up in that equation
Proclaimed as a relation . . .

Easily opt for other
He didn't need to bother
Because freedom was his ace
He had no knot to unlace . . .

But while on the other hand
Though her life was seemed so grand
She had to stick her butts with
Someone she had no feelings with . . .

They now know the irony
Who's really in agony
He can start his life anew
Chances, no matter how few . . .

No need to pin hopes on her
Now send his regards to her
last time to write about her
Time to close chapter on her . . .

It's his turn to bid farewell
A word that made him unwell
They can now lay theirs to rest
And wish each other the best!


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