Ice cold talks,
boredom strikes.
Late night stalks,
late night greifs.
Worrying about
our yesterday's bliss
of many moments
I have missed.
You talk to me for once,
then you'll transfer to another.
Just talk to each other
I promise, you wouldn't get bothered.
It's been a new age,
and seems like a new you;
A new personality
infesting inside you.
Speaking in stance,
I'll always be yours
Even if you've never been mine.
Love, your favorite past time.
