Enough of this little game

Seriously, I never thought this thing,
between us, was ever gonna fail.
Thought of it more as a thing bewith us, to hail.

I suppose it would have become better with time.
Though it's not like it was wine,
All bounded with compassion and rage.
Better, the more it's aged.

But still, this thing between us,
was the least of thing that ever had
any chance to mark an end.
Guess few rocks don't have a
beginning so to become sand.

The scars on the soul,
Burning infernos to join,
The dying wish of a coal.
Oh that's me!
The poor child,
All set up to cry.
No hope and no liveliness pry.

And know what,
My guts told me, "don't you fall",
You won't be spared.
And I was scared.
Didn't knew it would burst.
Wanna know, Why this thrust?
I had a trust, but not anymore.
Though I did happen to believe you to the core.

Again, What was I thinking?
So, it's all past now.
I grew up.

With time, I knew "This thing" needed an end.
Probably, I now have too much of errands.

Maybe, this fault was all mine.
So, I take the blame.
Please shut down this flame.
Enough of this little game.