Whatever you do,
Whatever I say,
Its all fine.
Sometimes you smile,
Sometimes I cry,
Its all fine.
Most of the times you are lost,
Most of the times I am sorted out,
Its all fine.
Its likely you understand the reason,
Its obvious when I gift wrap the reason,
Its all fine.
Rarely you give me hope,
Always I give you a chance,
Its still fine.
But when you play around,
With all what I have and most honest about,
Its not fine.
This moment might end,
The magic may get lost,
I might crumble and be lost forever,
But it will only affect me,
As you are always FINE.
1 comment:
hmmm..you've written better poems..this one's so-so.
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