The late night messages
The meaningless emoticons
The morning calls
And pillow talks
Piled up they are..
Faded they are
Memories they were!
The tender touches
Intricate yet adorning feelings
And stolen kisses
Long begone
Foreign they have become..
Your shoulder for my tears
Your chest for my head
Your heart to hold mine
Your fingers to intertwine with mine
Foreign they have become
Forgotten I have become!
~Ash.
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