there might not be the day,we could be friend..
even we couldn't be speaking genuinely as we used to..
. there might not be event we could share a table..
neither we could be saying "hi" when we cross our path...
but those crumbled pieces of my pages will always speak..
for those pain,those scars ,those meaningless stories..
those unwished stars,those lonesome nights ,those bare lane..
and the places we never visited together...
the silent song which was never sung but still heard..
i promise i will never touch them ,soo deep..again..
i promise they won't be soo worthy to make me joke again.
. whenever i would have to share those small candy..
whenever i would have to think of those small bangles and roses.
.. whenever i knew someone is waiting in scorching sunshine..
i promise i would be the most insensitive one....
even we couldn't be speaking genuinely as we used to..
. there might not be event we could share a table..
neither we could be saying "hi" when we cross our path...
but those crumbled pieces of my pages will always speak..
for those pain,those scars ,those meaningless stories..
those unwished stars,those lonesome nights ,those bare lane..
and the places we never visited together...
the silent song which was never sung but still heard..
i promise i will never touch them ,soo deep..again..
i promise they won't be soo worthy to make me joke again.
. whenever i would have to share those small candy..
whenever i would have to think of those small bangles and roses.
.. whenever i knew someone is waiting in scorching sunshine..
i promise i would be the most insensitive one....
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