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Mar 2018
You’d be here someday,
Where I stand today,
You’d feel the same for me,
But I’d be nowhere for you to see.

You might even call me out,
With a trembling fear like mine in each shout,
But I’d not answer you,
Making the pain difficult for you.

That day my love, would be just,
When you’d understand how you left my heart covered in dust,
That day you’ll cry over your deed,
And my smiles, kisses and hugs will become your need.

But you’d be there alone to plead,
Cause then I’ll have moved on and a great life I’d lead.
I don’t want to curse you but I know without even showing how your heart will bleed.

That day you’d look everywhere, but not see me,
Laying somewhere far from you I’d be,
With someone who had loved me when you’d not,
And cared for me when you forgot.

That day I’d smile and advise you to move on,
Cause then we’d have actually been torn.
That day you’d realize my love for you,
And you’ll fall the same way I fell for you,
But it’ll be too late later on,
Because, darling by then I’d have moved on!
Love is not about lust it's about caring for someone more than yourself, if you don't care or didn't care then maybe the person who loved you with all their heart will fall OUT of LOVE with you. So, cherish what and who you have around you who 'love' you and do not just 'lust' you but wants your 'soul' too.
Written by
Khyati Pareek  17/F/India- NCR
(17/F/India- NCR)   
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