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May 2014
In the still quiet place
In the corner of a paradise
I imagine him and me
Laughing and teasing cautiously
So that no one will hear our cries

I cant stop thinking about him
I cant stop staring
I wished he thought the same way too
I wished he thought... I was his

Dreams never come true, do they?
He comes and tells me about another girl
Why can he understand the girl he needs, is me?
I cant bear to listen
My heart is ripped

I still smile weakly cos he still teases me, saying I'm his
I walk home alone, remembering all our times
I get angry at the girl who changed his mind

In the happiness of the past
The glooms of the dark storm enters
I keep walking home alone, till its winter

The bitter fact: he's not mine anymore
So difficult to take in
So difficult to breathe
I keep crying at nights
Not able to sleep

Its so funny, how a small affection turns to such
A dramatic feeling,
Its funny how I have changed from being me
He comes running to me one night
Saying I'm his, alright

Its too late, I'm numb inside
He treated me well, but he threw me aside
Now I've just stood up on my own
And he wants to push me over again
I deny his love, I'm denying my heart from facing one more pain

Its love, not destiny
Its my heart, not a torn piece of paper money
Just stop using me, please stop destroying me
Let me live, let me shine
Let me learn to move and clear out your memories line by line
Aishwarya Mohan
Written by
Aishwarya Mohan  Chennai
(Chennai)   
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