You used to be the one who shined,
To ensure the day would be fine,
I used to long for your lovely voice,
No other serenade was my choice,
Now things are not what they used to be,
You went on with life courageously,
You left me to rot in endless deterioration,
Your departure without any true explanation,
You promised the world without any sorrow,
& I longed each day to see you tomorrow,
But now love is a myth,
Woes in slumber,suppressed,
As if our past was a gift,
& we were never meant to last...
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
You used to be the one who shined,
To ensure the day would be fine,
I used to long for your lovely voice,
No other serenade was my choice,
Now things are not what they used to be,
You went on with life courageously,
You left me to rot in endless deterioration,
Your departure without any true explanation,
You promised the world without any sorrow,
& I longed each day to see you tomorrow,
But now love is a myth,
Woes in slumber,suppressed,
As if our past was a gift,
& we were never meant to last...
To the past that happened
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