Saturday, August 16, 2014

Want those days Back

Gently
With Soft Footsteps
Those Memories come Knocking at my Heart
And I Remember
All Those Precious Moments.
I Still have the Lip Stick marks
On Your Coffee Cup.
Carefree Love
Is How I define my existence
Lack of it is Torture for Me
Thought of it is Ecstacy

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