Baby, I am grateful to you
From the sunshine till noon,
Slowly settling down upon hearing your sound,
Even when I miss you, the love rebounds through the walls of my heart.Oh, so, precious heart,
Tearing heart that broke
When it saw you with somebody else,
You were never just a bloke
You were my hope
To succeed in the world
To smash this haze
And enter into a new phaseSo I ask you,
Why did you do it?Crystal moon and rainy days,
Suddenly seems gloomy says,
Carry me again into the love of those arms
When the waves of my thoughts were calm.
Remember me through the darkest nights
Even when you lay down and sleep let those dreams be for me.Oh, so precious heart, that cried
The one which tried
But succumbing to the break,
Which you made,
You were never just a toy
You were my boy
The one and the only,So I ask,
Why did you do it?Golden strands and reckless hands,
Her beauty so red that you take her to bed,
Forgive me for crying,
But the tears don't halt,
She is a salt
To my heartbreak,
Making me question, was I not enough?
Was there some loss? Or I was lost?Oh, so precious heart, that bore,
The visions that sore,
When you both were together,
Slipping between my fingers,
The time we spent together,
The memories of our love that were,
More than divine,
When you were mine,So I ask,
Why did you do it?Unanswered questions and irrelevant responses,
Missed calls and archived texts,
Don't you know me anymore?
My wait so great, my cry so long,
My deserve so low?
I don't think I can keep up the show
Of being strong to face it,
When my heart still race,
Seeing you smile,
You control my hearts dial,Oh, so precious heart, that died asking why did you do it?
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A/n - No, I have never been in any relationships neither heart breaks. Many people asked me this, sooo....😅
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