Renewed
A sound of a horn, a scent in the air Is precisely what you were to me Annoying yet abundant, random yet reminiscent There was no escape to a place where you were inadequate. In a lone road or a cramped mall I caught repetitive glimpses of you in close quarters Excessive and abrupt enough to breakthrough And crumble my wall of confidence into dust That flew in every possible direction In pursuit of the source of such a ravage In a quest to assure my mental stability With my held-high face staring at the ground, Sunglasses protecting my emoting eye’s confession, I walked away with an undue pain in my heart A feeble heart that you fumbled with A pain you prematurely precipitated. I know I have nothing to fret now You were just a blunder I held onto so dearly A bluff, a dismay, a miscalculation An overestimation of what you could be An oversight of what you were A virus I relieved myself from A door I walked through With your presence dispatched Memo...