Again, You Have Come To My Department - Poem by The Putul
Again, you have come to my department,
With some soft copy of files that I will never open!
What to see there!
I know, you won't tell!
But I know,
These are the files of the anatomy of my history.
That built up around you, dumping my sanity.
When I used to hope you as the everlasting supplier,
Of red roses, on my table, every morning!
That was only a void deal of hope!
I could never fix a negotiation with you;
Consideration I offered you wasn't enough,
To meet your hopes, that you built, around me.
Again, a cycle of hope!
Nope! Not again dear!
I buried my hopes,
Not gonna dig again!
Again, you have come to my department
With some soft copy of files that I already hacked!
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