When One crosses the line

With just a few words and gestures that day,

Everything became foreign between them.

A peaceful relation became mayhem,

A friendship had forever lost its way.

Spoken words fade but memories do stay,

Vile memories which can only condemn,

And remind you of your time with them,

A time you once thought would forever stay.

 

Yet you move on and live the old fraction,

For that is life and this is our nature.

And every good memory becomes a fiction,

Words can make a friend into a stranger.

None wins but ego with satisfaction,

Because on Sorry none had made any wager.

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An engineer who finds joy, comfort and peace by writing poems and strumming chords. Come, let me take you to an alternate reality.

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