Have made many choices
Till I made you my best choice
Along the line I was treated like I don’t have choices
Then I asked “who moved my cheers”?
But no one to cheer me up.
I thought I had a butter but sudden became bitter
In a deem of an eye; she turns butterfly
The fly suffix had made her flyaway
My heart was not just broken,
It was taken away
I tried to run away but there exists no other way.