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Slowly went away

Slowly went away, 
Love from my hand. 
Not a single unit left, 
From the pile of sand. 

Every second I hurt myself, 
And pain fills my heart. 
Why did I do it?
Watching moments burn. 

I just made the way, 
To doubt me for a reason. 
I was unconscious, 
Nowhere being this can happen. 

I fought to keep him around, 
Revert back was stroke of confusion. 
He was silent as storm running, 
But clueless as I, stones facing. 

I tried to calm, 
And then things were different. 
Don't tell me the way, 
Ain't I was nothing? 

Mistake was mine, 
But no reward for confession. 
As usual he kept quiet, 
Making move was my turn. 

Pushed myself up, 
Close to his heart. 
There I saw a way, 
To get back the species apart. 

I was mad, I was dumb, 
As I said nobody could ever get. 
Yet I looked in his eyes and said those words, 
'Am I different from you?' 

I cried hard, 
A little more hard this time. 
Because losing him, 
Was all everything seems like. 

Emotions struggling to get him back, 
You are doing good he just said. 
Don't you know my life is you? 
Then why can't you see I'm nothing without you. 

Apologies are only my supporters, 
Tears are only my friends. 
How can he don't believe me, 
As this went only in vain. 

More I expressed, 
Lost control over everything. 
Sitting alone, 
Was the best thing to be with him. 

He'll never forget, 
Though assurance was positive. 
I made him feel so, 
Guilty filled my nerves. 

I want him back, 
Smiling, cuddling, joyful. 
I snatched every new color, 
How can I be so numb? 

Every day I think, 
Vibes must be in favour of him. 
Memories just pass, 
Never getting enough of its traces to the past. 


And.... 


Slowly went away, 
Love from my hand. 
Not a single unit left, 
From the pile of sand......

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