Nightly reader turned out
to be an all time one.
Glued to fantasies and imaginations,
life was no longer a real one.

Alone but still not lonely,
all those characters became my family.
The world was just a resource for me.
My life was in those crinkly pages
which turned me into a real being.

Memories and moments we made
Are plastered in my mind
I try to let them go
But they won't budge and are
Engraved like your name in my soul

Stubborn as my heart is
When it comes to let you go

A whirlwind of emotions
The craziness of this heartbreak
Has taken away the tranquil I once possess
And made me a mess I can't save

Stubborn as my soul is
Which can't seem to let you go

I made peace with myself
Told myself I was not enough
But in the silence of the nights
My mind wanders to the happy days
And a question pops'what went wrong?'

You left with just just a line
'It's not you it's me'
As if it was enough
To forget the good ole' days and breathe

Stubborn my mind, my soul, my heart
Which just want to hold onto you
And torture me with all your
Sweet, beautiful reminiscences.