How did we meet again?
Was it a sunny day or was it a dark night?
Was I too funny or was I rude first?
Was it meant to be or was it just luck?
That we met and got starstruck?Vision Blur, its you on the memories,
A portrait of yourself, nothing else matters.
I've clicked a thousand pictures,
its you all the same. Unbelievable how distant we've become, impossible now to go from where we begun.
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Unspoken
PoetryWords that are not spoken. Some by choice, some by Life and some by you.