Somewhere in the middle,

I had realized my bad fate would meddle,

I would never get him to cuddle,

Our story was twisting like a puzzle.

Someway through tat time hustle,

I saw him pushing me to a puddle,

I couldn't even take a breath to struggle,

So now am leaving without a meddle.

Sometimes some words doesn't matter anymore, no matter who they swore upon when they said those words.

Chaahat