With every passing day
A new chapter written
With every game we play
A new human is smitten
Love, like, lust
Always on the lookout
Dreams turn to dust
Contentment, locked out
Explaining is tough
Tougher with biases
Road becomes rough
As you slip through the chances
I turn myself sick
Trying to make a point
You are very thick
Intentionally adamant
You were my only option
My love, life and friend
Now, you aren't the solution
You don't know my mind
BhaShe
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