the leftovers from my heart... to love and to be loved is to feel the sun from both the sides
i hold him close
to never let go
he is mine,my soul cries
u cant have him,they say
my heart weeps,bleeds...
there is no escape
all i can do is,behold..
i closed my eyes
to block a tear
and then he is gone..
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