Bond of lyrics
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  • Reads 53
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 4
  • Time 5m
Ongoing, First published Feb 15, 2022
Through the long unending ways..., in the sunshine, in the pitch black darkness i keep on running in this huge wide world. While in search of my destiny ....i found out the way to 'love'...I was learning about it but then i realized just like the humans that aren't permanent; the feeling of love too isn't constant. It never happens to be in the same position. Mood flies away.. memories turn out high and high....The feelings are so destructive; it creates by own and then damages by own, somewhere sometimes the love seems gone. Aren't the same every human, so aren't the feelings constant...They can't stay without love but then doing that they leave one day......
Nothing goes in the same flow cause one day it has to go.
           It's like we were the trees; the leaves were the feelings but it had all fallen down from the branch i.e.,
the love and so it had turned dead..., dead branch which resembles the dead love. Yeah! love was all over in the dead winter . Sometimes we act so hypocrisy , the more we get love, we crave for again and when it becomes limitless love automatically fades. Cause everything of too much never lasts.

Reminder~ Author don't mean to criticize any human feeling by her  writing .She just wrote it for fun and excitement. So please don't take it negatively..And yeah enjoy the lyrics...💜
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