I have never felt you so close,
Look behind time through closed doors,
Some days left behind,
But I still have your number, I suppose.
How could it be, that you never looked back?
I suppose, I was the one behind the spat.
The mind always makes stories of you,
I guess it’s never over, as said so easily.
It keeps on saying your name,
Can’t forget the day, when your yes came.
Felt like as if heaven has come too easy off my pain.
What so ever it could be, can’t forget how much I was for it,
Didn’t knew it would disappear, even before the flowers could hear,
The fragrance behind, and I am still closer to you
For me it’s true, what so ever the pain or love,
May be I have accepted the truth in and with your name..
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