The Sauce.

I see the heys change,Into paragraphs of the day, The texts more frequent,Our egos kept at bay, I see the calls change,From minutes to hours,Even better thrice a day,The little we have ours. I guess I am ready,For this theatric love,If it breaks then it's us,Hearts broken in halves.

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