In secrets he hides,
It isn't a wonder or a delight,
Little does the fickle soul know,
His thread is entwined with someone,
How do you explain to him,
His actions hurt more or words,
His silence kills, questions need explaining,
Immature behaviour to finish what he started,
Compromise with destiny we do,
Is what we are taught anyway,
But,why can't she be the one to take the call,
Why can't she be the one to choose the way forward,
Let the decision be hers,
Since she gave her all,
This is at least what she deserves,
Pushing her away, driving her insane,
Replacing her so quickly,
Making her feel helpless, unwanted again,
Making her a stranger in an instant,
Lies he spoke to her,
How does this help anyway?
Does he think this will aid her in anyway,
Now he stands proud king of one more ruin,
Her prerogative should be to make the choice,
But she didn't choose to fall,
To face his cruelty a million times and more,
To cry every night for all that she has suffered till now,
But since she did, can he be kind is all,
In the matters of heart, logic sometimes works,
But let her make that choice,
So tell her what's on his mind,
He left her bitter and cold,
Don't let her die in regret,
Maybe this is the game he played,
Never bothered him anyway,
A stranger in the night,
He made sure he could run away unidentified,
But she has questions,
Her tears demand answers,
She will let him be then,
Even if they live different lives,
It's her right to know the truth to survive.
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