Tonight the birds are singing a song of love,
Trees rhyming together with their moving leaves,
Reminding of the night when we had talked as lovers.
But now the night has gone,
Those nights when we used to think of each other are gone,
The roads that took me to your place are gone,
Those sprinting trees, those smiles, joys, and sorrows
Which connected us as lovers are gone.
The fake cries of joy in love are gone,
The footsteps which used to pull us towards each other,
Now pushing us apart.
Sundays of waiting,
Mondays of stalking,
Tuesdays of hurting,
Wednesdays of making,
Thursdays of laughter,
Fridays of fun,
Saturdays of bidding bye are gone.
Times of exchanging words from eyes and actions are gone,
The only days that seemed to be left are drained and exhausting,
Only cries that left behind are of ache,
And those empty roads which used to glow with eyes for someone's appearance
Are now become the empty shallow ways without destiny!
"There was a time when we were known as lovers,
Now the existence of those lovers is faded
And they have become the 'GONE LOVERS'!"
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
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