Out of the Picture
Questions are piling up,
we part ways in just a snap.
Blame is on my head,
while I lay in this tiny bed.
Still keeping you a space,
as I focused you in my gaze.
But you just walked through,
whilst I restrain myself to pursue.
Why the sudden change?
Why the need to estrange?
Where did the jokes went?
Now I write to express lament.
Maybe it's time to burn this bridge,
Oh heartbreak is such a .
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