the moment i pack my things
feel so awkward
loneliness, bitterness as well
i whisper to myself
i may not come back again
two drops of tears
make me realize that this is so real
that i may not come back again...
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for one litre of tears of mine..lonely in my prayers..I shouted ur name which I pray to come back to me. but, between the two kinds of tears..only He knows the best which one is sincerely dropped..(",)
ReplyDeletemiss u my beloved fren.....
and i will always miss u too tihah
ReplyDeletemissing all the moments we have been through
missing all the jokes that we've made
sharing the joyness and the sadness
sharing our hopes and wishes
sharing our love's story
that seems so far when it's near...