Miles Away To Smiles Away

I was writing a story for you,

I was writing a song for you,

I was writing a poem for you.

But your decisions were so keen,

And you looked very mean.

That's alright—I have already seen

What your love language truly mean.

It gives a person a kink,

As the Titanic sinks.

Even though it was a ship,

Isn't friendship also a ship—

One that can sink in a moment of concern

Or with broken trust?

It's just like a piece of iron with rust,

Which is so keen, but you looked very mean.

I am happy you are gone,

Far away from the shore.

This is the very day

I hope we never meet again someday.

Even though you were kind,

I don't really mind.

I know you are miles away from me,

But a new person is just a smile away from me.

Even if it's a mile,

You can find someone new with your smile.