Miss Nevermind, was one of a kind,
Till date-my greatest find! !
Miss Nevermind, when put to the grind,
She screwed it all, before she would fall...
The pack of cards were set from before,
I gave no less, coz she craved for more! ! !
Then when a thought crossed her mind,
Miss Nevermind couldn't bind-
Her intertwined mind into something aligned...
She was inclined, but her rind,
Wasn't lined to be kind(to me) .....
I opined, that Miss NevermindHad turned blind-
To all my black and white lies.
But Miss Nevermind had turned blue.........
When the cards were unfolded,
Life took a wrong turn...
She had the trump card,
And I had to empty my jar of hearts! ! !
She before me, and I just behind,
She won the race, and I was confined........
Miss Nevermind took the trophy, and came to me,
But my heart had been turned to venetian-blind! ! !
She broke down and hugged me cold,
To which I turned bold....
Even I had my trump card-her memories,
Sold the best, and burnt the rest....
My phycosis had been exterminated from my muse,
A new game had just began, you win or you lose! ! ! ! ! !
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