The Sauce.

January 27, 2022

I see the heys change,

Into paragraphs of the day,

The texts more frequent,

Our egos kept at bay,

I see the calls change,

From minutes to hours,

Even better thrice a day,

The little we have ours.

I guess I am ready,

For this theatric love,

If it breaks then it's us,

Hearts broken in halves.

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