The long night is finally gone,
Hapless fun is all done.
It started
with a drink or two,
To reach a mental status quo.
Wild fun and loud music,
Human instincts are all but basic.
Its half past four
Dusk is knocking at the door.
If truth be told- she thinks herself
When did I sell out my self-believe?
Her pure self, her resilience-
All went out as a whiff in a moments embrace!
Or maybe you were all but pretending
The will was not there- only fear of confronting
The realization was good, maybe just.
But you owed him the truth- not utter lies and
disgust.
He dwelt on guilt- drew in a shell
Tried to fix a broken soul by himself.
In time- he went ahead and thought of this spree
And now he sets you finally free.
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