It was like yesterday
First days of summer
I left home and someone.
Few days of visit
My life played fast-forward.
I consider things to take place
But not this hastily.
Every move was like a rush
So, I took the chances
Seeing if it would work out
Few seven-days passed
It was smooth sailing
No hassles and worries
Petty fights are elsewhere.
Few seven-days more
Vagueness filled my chances.
The odds of working things out
I, myself jeopardized.
Are there hope,
For my so-called “chances”?
I guess there’s not
She never even gave me
That chance…
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