15 minutes

Things were getting worse

Ought to have a emphatic converse.

Negativity was killing me from inside

All my fervor I cannot hide.

The last option I was left with was a phone call

Retaining my relationship from getting into a fall.

The ringtone was dinging

My ticker started beating.

Then came that 15 minutes

Those were crossing every limits.

"Stop concerning about me",he said

His feelings for me were all dead.

I couldn't stop my tears rolling from my eyes

Initially fed up of all those fucking lies.

My crying face and immaturity is what he hate

At last I finally decided to tolerate.

It took me a month to get rid of that woe

I commenced to smile, however low.

Those 15 minutes changed me a lot

I started behaving which I was not .