I got locked up again in the memories of her,
Maybe some of could you know how close we were,
if you don't know about us, don't worry I can tell you,
Or else this tiny poem is here was witness too,
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I Got Locked Up Again In The Memories Of Her
I got locked up again in the memories of her,
Maybe some of could you know how close we were,
if you don't know about us, don't worry I can tell you,
Or else this tiny poem is here was witness too,
That time, It was in everyone's mind as only simple narration,
But Poetry is a map of feelings where every word needs on its perfect location,
Therefore, For rhyming, old ones words have done tramble dance of bees,
In which our memories will be safe as like as a bird in a tree,
For whole life, you would see me as I used to be running to her as a butterfly flies to flower,
if we would still together as we were when 9 to 5 college or every day of the calendar was as an hour,
But we never thought we were not rolling our dices,
our families Anthropophobia one day would give us sleep paralysis,
yet we are still living a half-conscious without each other,
just like another day, I got locked up again in the memories of her,
I am Barely catching my breath I could die at any moment,
It's a little late now to save me from things like Bermuda air bomber potent,
Because I got locked up again in the memories of her,
I hope some of could you know now how close we were,
Copyright© by Vishal Narang