Lost Chicago
How incandescent she, glance for what he's trembling for.
The dillusional inside sparks brightest like never,
seedlings of hopes arouses fancy over.
Hours left by gossiping, some mornings included.
Retrouvaille he lost within.
Utter-oblivion yappings relentlessly they carried, seem never off to demise.
No cappings could ever replace his, nor her rebukes could.
How numbskull he! Moron dreamed of love and she friendship.
Wella! A little effort supposed to,
Heavy burden, yet devoid of courage.
Fiance she got, bride of a brat.
Faded he turned.
Late enough for a change.
Roads diverged.
She left on own path, he forced to own.
Yet, she found someone and he's trembling to get over.
An unrequited love all is it?
His chicago never unveiled.
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