Jul 2018
She wasn’t my love
She wasn’t my friend
She wasn’t a stranger
She wasn’t an acquaintance
She’s dead,
Has been for long
But somehow she’s still haunting me,
By living in my writings
She wasn’t my friend
She wasn’t a stranger
She wasn’t an acquaintance
She’s dead,
Has been for long
But somehow she’s still haunting me,
By living in my writings
