Moving On

We all meet the person who we think is the one,

then some shit happens and we have no idea what’s been done,

but we find ourselves on a different road,

and like a half buffered video, it takes time to load,

to register in our minds what’s taken place,

and when we do we’d be losing our face.

Even in a moment we experience such torment,

That the idea of moving on is dormant.

And we recollect all the promises and we realize

they were nothing more than lies.

Then we get up, and stumble we may,

but at the end of the day,

we’re back on the highway.

I guess that’s just how life is,

I just needed the time and ability to be able to word this.

We can move on.

Even if they’re gone.