ode on the passing past
This house is full of stories we both told These rooms their very stage where they'd unfold These walls they whisper secrets and memories thereof But this door no longer leads us to that love
Let us shun this pantomime quit this love, the act of mime….
Is what She said,
Leaving behind lots of sorrow which can never fade.
I was hard struck with her tears,
Still I kept chains to my fears,
I assumed she was just threatening me,
I thought She would bring back all my happiness’s key.
Not too late to realize she was gone for ever
To return she promised never
It was all because of my new girlfriend
I forgot my beautiful past in following the modern trend.
She was always been there for me, and never even asked me for any fee,
whenever I needed a shoulder to cry, to escape she never did try.
But now she is gone,
I do not have anything to think about her but to mourn
I alwaz used to tell her “my best friend loneliness, do never leave me in a mess.”
All thanks to my girlfriend
Who to my beautiful past far did send
I always ignored my best friend in past, and now only her memory do last…………………..
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