This lotus still blooms
in the middle of pond
same colors and same tinge
but something is varied
my mood
my heart
and my mind
all is loose
not in conjoint
mostly haywire
it is not that
I witnessed you
with a beau or two
so close
that anyone could see
the story behind
right to start;
but to yours words
that are now hollow
as a betray
to your character
that stands cheap
to your market
that seems vibrant
we are like poles apart
you seem to prefer rot
and I slink away
from you
on a hasty trot!
remember
not to follow
or even talk
ever
consider everything shut
if you try
I would blurt a curt
shut up!