my lost love
I can hardly remember how it started
I can barely recall when I accepted
Your love for her, that day it was diverted
That moment, your sadness, finally ended.
It was one afternoon, maybe late November
Was it one cold morning, in early December?
I can't remember, but the date doesn't matter
The one thing that mattered was your love so utter.
We were together, and it was one hell of a sight
A love so perfect, we never had a serious fight
But in me was a secret, I hid with all my might
I was holding on to my secret, holding on tight.
Our love did not last long, it ended so soon
Yes, it ended, two days after the full moon
That time, I know, I was acting like a poon
I regret all that happened that afternoon.
You're perfect, you're nice, you are my everything
But that time, I had to come up with something
For you, i was willing to do anything
I regret leaving you, for it left nothing.
I left you, still you waited in utmost vain
You hid it, but I know that you are in pain.
I was a fool. I know, I may be insane
To let you go and hope to endure the pain!
You tried to reach me, but my heart I asked to lie
When you asked me, my love for you, I always deny
I never thought you're that weak, my lie you did buy.
I hated you for that, but I did not cry.
Now, I can see you finally moved on
At least you are no longer holding on
I hope you will continue to go on
And pass your love just like a baton.
But wait, before you go, the answer to your question
Yes I did, I did love you, don't make an objection
I really did, there was just an intervention
So I let it go, and ended in a separation.
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