The Black and white film- Nostalgia
He said a word and claimed nostalgia,
He doesn't even know what it brings back for me,
He shouldn't care, I'm not his dahlia,
He can claim it all and then disappear like never seen.
For me that word destroyed a future held,
But now I doubt it as very likely I always had a black line out front,
Maybe that is why the true words he always withheld,
And now I loathe as he utters it and jokes so blunt.
Nostalgia is a happy memory, I wonder how it always masts me in a frown.
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
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