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I can't believe my luck,
A walk with him in Eden.
OK, Paradise it is, I'm Awestruck,
It's him and It will be heaven.
And then it became a three person walk,
'They two ' and me trailing behind, to be precise!
Paradise ,yes, for them ,these lovely yellow path!
For me, its just another sad memory to despise.
The walk was long and perfect like I hoped;
Only he held her hand,not mine.
I wonder why I am even here? Oh,yes! He called.
Oh,I am just the saver, and like always I am fine.
How long is the question,not this walk ,my life,
'OK!' is just a word that screams I am not .
I am just a friend, a help maybe ,not his wife.
What right do I have to hope,Maybe guys don't go for hot.
My dream,she walks,
And me, I trail behind and sulk,
And then he turned,'Hopes',
Says,"You can go", and I conk.
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Quote:
"The only thing standing in between me and you is reality"
Written in my dreams was the walk with him,
Written in the ink of reality was the walk with them.
Written with hopes were those wishes of paradise,
Written in a cold memory,this verse that left me dead as ice.
~Chaahat
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