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Burning into a Smoulder


I can’t forget to love you more

Although, the relationship has gone sore

I wait for a new day with a new hope

Only to see, that you would hold my hand without a mope


I wanted to see a dream with you every night

That has us in love and wooing you like a knight

All I yearned for was a life with you

Never thought you would choose to be on a different skew


Those sublime talks and moments

Stand as nothing but glorious testaments

I really would like to recall those stories once again

But damn! You chose to forget and abstain


I hoped you would breathe my love always

Not once I could think, it would be belittled to grim and haze

For you to laugh and cry, I wanted to be your shoulder

But alas! I am burning into a smoulder

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