By Akash
Date: 11 September 2000
Rejection...
Rejection comes in a pattern of its own,
Pushing and pulling, heartbreaking,
No matter which way it goes, it sure does hurt,
What is this sinking feeling in my heart,
like ice cubes reducing in size fighting to float on the surface of my drink,
Why are my thoughts like the piano keys burdened under my fingers,
unable to bring out a forced rhythm,
Yet I give so much importance to the purity of her words that propel my uneven heartbeat,
Like a soldier on the front ready to die for a noble cause.
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