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I thought of you
I was thine
I thought again, and cried
Because you weren’t mine
 
Not in a way, I desire
No you are not, consumed by this fire
I’d rather you not love me, ever
It is better to be loved wholly, or never
No I wish not to live, a pale imitation of it
That will kill me every day, bit by bit
Teasing me, with what could have been
Not just a wretched lie, or a passing dream

 

 

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One Comment

  1. Dil bhi ek zid pe ada hai kisi bachche ki tarah,
    Ya to sab kuch hi ise chaachiye ya kuch bhi nahin……..

    Zindagi tune lahoo leke diya kuch bhi nahin
    Tere daaman mein mere waaste kya kuch bhi nahin


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