I well remember those days..
Everything was brand new...
When the dreams seemed real...
Something we cud do...
Conversation over the chais...
Those hour long goodbyes...
You needed me..
I needed you...
You held onto me through thick & thin...
You cheered at my every win...
We were inseparable...
It was more than a fable...
But as you know...
Life had its own plan...
The one it had for us...
Questioned our existence...
We had to separate...
Go our different ways...
It was something called a phase...
But you moved on..so did I...
We didn't even say goodbye...
You confided in others...so did i...
Now v look at old photos n cry...
You are always there with me...
And in my prayer you'll always be...
If you want to go back to those days...
You'll have to make an effort...
And we'll have to re-work on the rapport...
Just call me back...
So we can chat...
I'll try.. And so will you..
This much we'll have to do...
So I'm waiting...
Waiting...Waiting...For you...
2 comments:
quick flow of words gelling qite well...i'll call it 'conversational poetry'!!!
straight from d heart , very touching
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