I had poems in my heart for the one,
Who meant the entire world to me once,
Under the horizon, there lied us,
With something cooking within our mind so pious,
Love, it was so distressing,
Yet so pleasing,
Now I stay awake whole night,
With the paranoid I try to fight,
Reminiscences of those golden nights and days,
I silently keep thinking what went wrong, and we parted our ways,
For his presence I used to crave,
Now I find myself digging a grave,
For the love which once he had too,
Now like our love, the poems sleep in solace too.

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