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Lying under blanket of million stars
I gently kiss all of my sparklin' scars
For they're the souvenir of our bond
I understand why you don't respond
And why you don't contact anymore
Oh you are done with feeling so sore
But I still remember all those nights
When we were lost amidst the lights
And all I could think about was 'you'
About love, none of us had any clue!
We had our galaxy of complications
Sharing explosions and fascinations
Collision of black an' white, they say
No wonder we ended up lost in grey
For every day, you pushed me away
Then kept beggin' me to forever stay
Daily, you were so out of your mind
Even then, you never left me behind
'N' I could see envy in the girls' eyes
'Cause they hated our ability to rise
'N' there were times, you'd so shout
Tellin' me to leave finally, to get out
And I'd always pack up my baggage
Still you'd stop me amidst a passage
Hanging in between pain 'n' ecstasy
You'd whisper you were just so lazy
To let me go out alone in blind dark
An' you'd promise to be a soft spark
Who'd light up corner of every road
We'd live happily in a humble abode
And they'd be praying for us to fight
Ready to push us down every height
Once again, we'd drink lazy dreams
Forgetting explosion of our screams
And you'd tell me you'd always care
I'd be glad about the love we'd share
But things used to be so complicated
Why one of us always felt insatiated?
You often seemed to be in bad mood
And I remember being harshly rude
Eventually, our affections split apart
Oh how we broke each other's heart
'N' so alone I kiss my sparkling scars
Lying under blanket of million stars
But even if all of 'em call you insane
I'll still love you for I was just the...
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Nostalgia | ✔
PoetryHighest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My word...
