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I Know You Would Come Back



It wasn't just another day or another moment

You killed the life as if it were a figment

I know you would come back to me

Because nothing else can put you perfectly like how you are meant to be


Never did I want to endorse myself

Simply because you always ran away from thyself

Truth doesn't have to be bitter always

The decisions you chose made you live in daze

 

Baby, could you hold the moment when you had it?

Damn it, you realized only after you quit


Now it doesn't even sound you sane even if your love is pure

Because the moments were already slit and doesn't even lure

No matter how hard you pray and how many times you cry

Life doesn't even take you on the boulevards you want to try


 For me, I know I am in a happy space

And you do not even know about it in a trace

Time never waits for you or me, darling,

It is for us to deal with immense love and caring.


I know you would come back to me

Because nothing else can put you perfectly like how you are meant to be

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  1. DachepallyOctober 6, 2020 at 1:14 AM

    Fantastic

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  2. SrikarOctober 6, 2020 at 1:22 AM

    Loved the content anna. Particularly this line,
    "Because nothing else can put you perfectly like how you are meant to be"

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