Summertime.
Showers in the late afternoon of June.
A tempest brewed, two forces clashed,
Fires of anger flickered, fierce debate sparked.
Harsh words as weapon, hitting with lethal aim,
Love's gentle whispers turned into words of blame.
Just like daggers that pierced through my heart,
Your words cut through, tearing it apart.
After sunset, when the sky erupts in hues,
One moment lingers as silence ensues.
This heart once tender, became a hardened stone.
All defenses raised, love was overthrown.
I held my breath, released a sigh,
Then turned my back and walked away.
An emptiness engulfed my entire being,
For the two us, an imperfect ending.
My lips then whispered farewell,
If fate reunites us, time will tell.
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