She actually left
But should I cry?
Should I go judging myself?
Should I prosecute myself for this?
And was it really my fault that she left?
Or should I even be asking myself all this questions?
I was in love with her
A woman to whom my all I gave
The key to my heart she owned
And every route to my inner self she knew
I made every effort to ensure we were fine
Even though at times we were just ‘fine’
Is it proven that ladies don’t fall in love?
‘cause how this ended feels like I was the only one in love
Things falling apart like they were never joined before
From love to strangeity
What would look like a whole process of complex distillation
Ending up simpler than the very simplest grade one summations
And that is how it came to happen.
And in anyway ladies
What between true love and money would you prefer?
Well, for the woman I treasured
Money was her option over me
And willing was she to be stolen from me
By this heavy-walleted man with not love but money
Gave me space to put myself together for my better.