Getting over it is not my choice,
These are the words spilled by her voice,
This thing had not already worked twice,
Still chasing her like cat behind mice,
“Get over it. ASAP” blinked over my device.

Creating a plot,
Giving it a thought,
Writing the things she may have forgot,

From the miles brings the smile on her face back,
That’s not less than a little glow in a room black,

But that’s OK…
I’m OKAY with it.
No, you are not.

No no… I’m not hurt,
Look! I’m smiling…
Dude..you are badly hurt, just admit it.

Idk why I’m not able to rhyme right now,
My mind is lack of vocabulary somehow,

But hey..! You don’t worry,
I’ll get over it.

I may rhyme some other day,
This is the thing which will forever stay.

*PEN DOWN*