Physics has measurements,
A number and a unit to define,
But love's measurement
Consists of a person and heartbeat in rhyme.
Precision and accuracy,
Should be given equally,
His love was accurate,
But not precisely, unfortunately.
An error in the situation,
An unpredictable variation,
Inability, and limitations,
Resulted in lost communication.
We called each other sweetheart,
And once positioned in his heart,
But the distance grew apart,
And the relationship falls apart.
Change in velocity,
Every time I see,
Him with another she,
Leaves me with melancholy.
What fate, what destiny,
His love for me changed steadily,
Now with another she,
Our love story ended unexpectedly.
About the Creator
Rhea Banawe
I swear, I'd rather eat a sock than a spicy dish, but heaven forbid I speak up and ask for something bland. ill just suffer in silence like the socially awkward champ that I am.
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