We have come to a point of no return
No hunting with the hounds and with hare run
For a broken bond may be soldered
But in all it still may never be sound.
We had our charms and individual flaws
But love had a face like the back of a bus
Repeatedly it did refuse to smile
And to the both of us, we truly know why…
Expectedly, it has come to an end
We would have been better much as friends
Not as lovers, evidently a fact
When weightless straw broke the camel’s back.