Do you miss me when she doesn't writes to you?
Because every words that I write still aches for your presence.

I loved you more
for every time you didn't.

I hope to find the one
who would tell me stories
in every serene hills and mountain
And also would recite me pomes
like a mad man under
the lamppost of every city

I am made of
Self-destruction
and love
that you'll never understand.

Take your time.
Give it time.
Time will make everything okay.
Time will heal every wound.
Yes, may be it will
But I'm scared that time will go by
and it will take whatever good I have going on
it will take whatever good I have within me.
I'm scared that time will leave me
where it all started, where I stand alone
waiting for nothing; nothing at all.
If only I could scream this pain out of me
may be then you wouldn't ask me to hold on
for time will make it easy
may be then you would tell me to let go,
its easy that way And then,
may be then
it wouldn't be this hard to let go...

To love you in your absence 
There are some pomes to write 
To hate you for your presence 
There are some memories to fight

And so the love died
I can feel it haunting me.



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Those big blue eyes
were like the ocean
beneath the sky