anger aftermath

From the twinkle in your eye
And the big grin
From how happy I've seen
You were with him

From the tears you had cried
As he left you
From how you begged when you tried
And he returned too

It is clear from it all
Call it love or what you call
Why I never needed balls
How I wish it would've gone

If he does, don't you be down
For there's a friend or call him clown
Who will never leave your side
As you take things in your stride

Clown made you laugh not but sad
You showed him
How much loving you still had
While heartbroken

Be it pictures, be it songs
You did best while he did wrongs
Once he saw all he had done
How repentance had begun

He wants you be fine for once
Post a break could be immense
Sorry, the word been abused
He'll be such, it won't be used

Be there

For the lack of a better word, since lalaing isn't a valid onomatopoeia yet. She sang it to her friends, face lit up, brows popped up and head bobbing to the tune, like a kid singing her new favorite rhyme. Although the probability of it being a confabulation, a manufactured memory, is high, it's hard to tell. It sounded better in her voice, without doubt. Instruments left to imagination, just an accompanying sax my addition.

PV