I close My eyes,
I See You,
I open My eyes,
And Your Gone.
Memories with You are not Few,
With every Memory a feeling of
Acceptance was Born.
Moments with You,
That’s what I Miss,
You in My Arms,
That’s what I Wish.
I want to see You Smile,
So Your number I won’t Dial.
Hence I’ll go Away,
To keep You happy,
That’s the Only Way.
Then I ask Myself,
‘Who will be my secret keeper?’
In the ocean of My thoughts
I dive Deeper.
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 5:21 AM UTC
I close My eyes,
I See You,
I open My eyes,
And Your Gone.
Memories with You are not Few,
With every Memory a feeling of
Acceptance was Born.
Moments with You,
That’s what I Miss,
You in My Arms,
That’s what I Wish.
I want to see You Smile,
So Your number I won’t Dial.
Hence I’ll go Away,
To keep You happy,
That’s the Only Way.
Then I ask Myself,
‘Who will be my secret keeper?’
In the ocean of My thoughts
I dive Deeper.
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