she told him to stay but he drifted away. She told him to hang on but he moved along;

four years of waiting doesn’t count the song,success claimed him like nothing’s wrong-

he asked her to let him go, she did but it hurts her, it pierced her soul; it bleeds her heart, it shattered her glass.

she waited, she loved, she begged for him, it wasn’t her style to beg or plead, yet she did!

she wanted him to wait but he couldn’t. he did not loved her after all. promises- broken; shattered and lost.

he said, ‘move on, i’m not the world’. He found someone else, he was not a man after all. For all the promises of yesterday. He was not the man she expected him to be. He changed. His ways are never been the old ways, his loved never been at the peak of what he said.

he did not tell her that before;

she didn’t hear those words before,

but now when success and fame claimed him,

he doesn’t listen to any reason

he does not understand-never understood.

he’s too stubborn to listen,

…but soon she realized she was stupid,

why she did felt for him for four years;

nothing had touch him, nothing had moved him.

only his chosen path, chosen career

and another harem!

What kind of man is he? What kind of person was he? Promises and futility are siblings. She wondered, she pondered. It wasn’t meant to be.

She let go. She let it be. Time will change people and time will heal her soul.

The rainbow will be her favourite colours again.