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She never said to stop, With her, I was never in control;
And so I kissed her, caressed her, embraced her purity,
She was so pure, so inexperienced but so much in love,
I may have done wrong to her, but rightest it seemed then.
My brain was a mush her scent controlled,
Yet she faded-I left her behind.
She called herself a slut for becoming so for me,
"Shush"I said,but I left her behind.
I went back to commitment, but there is strong indecision,
This I say is obligation, so what to the girl who love to give?
She deserves more, but I am all she asks, nothing was more,
I didn't wanna use anyone, but with her it felt inevitable.
All she asked was me, my smile to be precise,
Yet I leave her in a scorn-left her behind;
She still looks for my smile, bends to my be,
And yet as always I leave her behind.
Not once,not twice but thrice I took her in arms, Her smile,
Funny how I pushed her even between and she still smiled.
All her anger melted when I touched her, no one more for her,
But me, I enjoyed but the sense of right left as she left my hand.
Now it's my date in my hand, I hid everything,
She never complained-The girl I left behind.
Now I call the other -love, and plan our vows, and she even helps,
She only loves-And still I left her behind.
Why,my mind asks, I do not know, it seemed right to be with this girl,
'Oh! the girl,even now you are not sure of? You are a fool to leave love!'
Says my inner voice,"Yes I am a fool,but what to do now?" I asked ,
'She is the girl that could make your smile and life,get her back'it said.
He was right, she was the brightest future I had,
The 'smile' of the girl I left behind.
Funny how she still waited for the day I get her back,
The trust of the girl I left behind.
(.....to be continued..............)
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Quote:
"When everything gets answered, it's fake."-Sean Penn.
Hey, I am not very sure of this. I am a girl,obviously even being a tomboy I am unaware of how a typical male heart or brain work, so lets hope I did some justice.It's a try, and I am the opposite of perfect!
Written in tears when he left me behind.
~Chaahat
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