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HEY...

I fear oblivion. But i really really wish if i could just forget you. For i go haywire when i think about you! Maybe you were once the best thing about me and you still are. I just don't know you mean what... But no matter what, even now if someone asks me, name a person...I would probably utter your name! 

 Hey, I remember you…
Oh yes, I seriously do.
That smile so pure
To my scars, the only cure!
Yes, the scars you gave
While pretending to save
The bond we shared
As if you ever cared!
I always knew you
Knew what you’d do…
“Be there like forever”
Just in dreams, you were never!
You use to tell me things
 Of queens and kings
Trusting you like a blind
Wish could use my mind.
I kept sharing my heart
Fooling me, your art!
Those cards I made
Now, memories just fade!
I cherish the moments
Though the time laments…
It was in your presence
I discovered the essence,
Essence of my beautiful soul
Into deep thoughts I crawl
Times when you meant world
Million times I told
Told myself you are not
The one I always thought
I kept holding you tightly
I realized the fact lately
That it was a relation lopsided
Ended before it started…
I still wish if it could
Mend it, oh I would…
Bring back the happy time
Things were then fine!
But it is an imaginary world
Were my lips curled?
Curled for you my friend
I swear I never did pretend
You were and will forever be
To my happiness: the only key!

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