Aching for praises that made you Attracted to them, sticking like a glue. All the empty days that were wasted thinking, About how you’ve change by the slightest linking.
Promised myself to not shed any tears, Tearing up remembering those years. Greatly affected to all the happenings, Moving forward with many sufferings.
Words that are flattering to hear, Just for someone else listening dear. All the gestures you exhibit privately, Directing your attention towards me happily.