THE BRT GUY
It's a wonderful morning
Stuck on the BRT,many thanks to traffic
Irritation and agitation everywhere
To get to our different destinations
And you saw me.
On the annoying morning queue
Waiting with my ticket to board
And there you were waiting familiarly
Smile on your face
Urging me to come on in
Confused, introduction was done....
And we talked.
Friendship budded.
You found there was more
You took the red pill
And entered the ship...
But along the lines,
It seemed it was never for the more.
It was always about the girl.
You wanted to have me...without paying the price.
Confusion sets in.
Ego enters the equation
And the friendship becomes sour
All that is left is your opinion about everything
And nothing about life.
Life just seeped out of it all
Leaving a carcass of a relationship
An obsession .
You seem satisfied
To catch just a whig of my perfume
Or to steal a glance when I walk by in the morning.
Or just to hear me laugh and say a hearty good morning.
And your day is made.
Your stance now is cold
Calculated.
Empty.
Almost deadly.
Ego driven
And obsessive.
I run.
Back to the queue
Back again to the brt station.
Hoping not to see you
On my way to work.
Stuck on the BRT,many thanks to traffic
Irritation and agitation everywhere
To get to our different destinations
And you saw me.
On the annoying morning queue
Waiting with my ticket to board
And there you were waiting familiarly
Smile on your face
Urging me to come on in
Confused, introduction was done....
And we talked.
Friendship budded.
You found there was more
You took the red pill
And entered the ship...
But along the lines,
It seemed it was never for the more.
It was always about the girl.
You wanted to have me...without paying the price.
Confusion sets in.
Ego enters the equation
And the friendship becomes sour
All that is left is your opinion about everything
And nothing about life.
Life just seeped out of it all
Leaving a carcass of a relationship
An obsession .
You seem satisfied
To catch just a whig of my perfume
Or to steal a glance when I walk by in the morning.
Or just to hear me laugh and say a hearty good morning.
And your day is made.
Your stance now is cold
Calculated.
Empty.
Almost deadly.
Ego driven
And obsessive.
I run.
Back to the queue
Back again to the brt station.
Hoping not to see you
On my way to work.
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