The Girl At The Olympics (The Raconteur)

This is the reaction after the thing,

This is the other side of me you never got to see,

This is me after you,

This is me without you,

This is for the youthful mind to understand the difference between the future and the present.

You know I'll be the first to be proud of you after your fam,

You know you'll be no less than the girl at the Olympics,

You know you'll never know how proud of you I was, when I heard that,

You know these days I'm more or less your Stan.

You know when I heard of this,

I just wanted to wrap you so tight in the circle of my arms,

with you listening to rhythm of my joyful heart.

I remember how you spoke about events like this.

You know this piece isn't one to make your heart beat in calmness or boost your confidence,

Oh girl, you thought wrong.

Bittersweet,

You know you'll always have a soft spot in my heart but not as soft as it used to be,

You know you'll be in my thoughts but not as deep as before,

You know I'll one way or another try to know how you're doing.

That's just me,

I'm caring and honest,

I do it because I don't wanna do it.

A former presidential candidate in my country once told me the ideology of life and our personalities.

He said,

"As a young man, you're are learning about life,
Trying hard to better your tomorrow,

Females can change your tomorrow.

When you're working on your dreams, they'd be too many constraints and in most cases,

It's always the ones we want we don't get and get the ones that we need.

And if you're lucky,

Your wants coincides with your needs,

A happy man you'll be in your lifetime".

I could relate well to what he said as I made reference to you and the girl described as a flower with yellow petals and the girl described in sorry dear ex.

That awoken reality in me and I found comfortability and expressions in my solitude and my poetry.

I wrote this on a Thursday, the 17th of March,

And if I was asked to throwback a memory of us on a Thursday,

I still wouldn't throw back a memory of us on a throwback Thursday,

Life is continuity so there's no point living the past.

I find it hard to say the things I felt comfortable saying and find it hard to feel the way I once felt,

This isn't written out of sheer bitterness or vainly feelings,

But rather out of pure genuinely feelings.

The similarity between then and now is the fact I still want to know you're fine,

And if you ever feel down or need someone to talk to,
Just know I can help,

That's just me and that's being real,

C'est la vie, mon ami.

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