I don't know you anymore,
This man distant more than sore,
I don't love you any less,
I just wish to have the one I had,
So I could have my love back,
I don't recognize this guy.
We don't talk so much anymore,
But that's the least of what I miss,
Our unspoken conversations,
Something so deep and pure, yet now lost.
I wish I got the old person back,
Or learn as much, so we can have the same talk.
For now, you are unknown to me,
And for you, me someone of past,
Something I won't let to troll,
Put your chin up and look into my eyes,
Can you say I am just a past?
Hold my hand and I promise to bring him back.
Maybe you are unknown, but I know him,
Remember our days in smiles,
All the sighs don't really matter anymore,
We keep fighting for our love,
But then when did we loose our self,
Nothing but you to bring me back,
And nothing but me to bring you back.
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"A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality." -John Lennon.
Written in despair of our tumbling relationship.
~Chaahat
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