For you

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I don’t know why I write of nothing but you
You are my favorite genre among the very few
It’s all the same; I pen down; there’s nothing new
But each time I scribble, the feeling isn’t blue
The poems give light to a different view
On how you became a stranger from my baby boo
I have no grudges, no hate, nor do I argue
Mistakes I did, and left you that’s true
That pain was inevitable; I knew
We came too far despite what we were through
I am proud of us, the adorable two
So,
No tears, no more; I am happy for you