Divergent, yet congruent;
Dying in conversations,
Living in thoughts.
We are surely unsure,
Purely impure.
IT’S COMPLICATED!
It’s complicated
Another love story
The paths we chose for growing apart,
Tarred us beyond cure.
What I feel is a reflection
Of what disapproval ever meant to me;
What I want is an acceptance,
A truth that you refuse to see.
Look around!
You’ll see hues of known emotions
That my heart fails to hold.
Look beyond!
I’ll show you an image
Of a love where we never grow old.
Virtual Marionette 