Monday, January 19, 2015

Missing Shot

Missing Shot

I missed you, you missed me.
we were blindly in love, we should’ve opened our eyes - you see,
we both missed and now you’re nowhere near me.

You were on the top shelf,
I requested you all to myself,
I drank the last shot,
down to the very last drop,
I told you, “I’m out of love and I need to shop”
You missed your shot,
ceased actions changed the plot,
not because you missed and tried,
but because you stopped and cried.


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