101A Poem by paparapapaThis is like a sequel to my poem "100 Days With You." So please read that first before reading this. Thank you. :)101 A hundred and one days, Finally, I’m out of
your maze. But as my grays looked
up so high, Glistening, a tear’s
stuck on my eye. For hundred days, you
made me feel, That you, my dream, can
be so real. Between us, hardly a
word was spoken, But your eyes defied
everything, heart was awoken. But with just a snap of
the world’s finger, Forbid my feelings for
you to linger. Yes, you had a change
of heart, Your world, sadly, I
wasn’t a part. Now I ask you, did you
have fun? Toying my heart like a child’s
water gun. If yes, then answer
this one little thing, Can you say that a bit
of happiness I did bring? Well, for you, maybe it
wasn’t intentional, To make me feel as if I
was someone special. Your hands veiled my already
poor eyesight, Because now I know I’ve
never been Ms. Right. For hundred days, it
had only been her, The one who made your
everything blur. Tell me, oh tell me,
can you still be mine? I know I’m no her, but
lie to me that it’s fine. A hundred and one has
come and gone by. If this the end of nonexistent
you and I, Then make it easy, make
me hate you so, Teach me, my love, the
art of letting go. © 2011 paparapapaAuthor's Note
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