I may sound like a drizzle
But I'm monsoon rain.
The passion seeped into your bones
The love running in your veins.
I'm that old cassette
That you can never throw away.
You've fallen in love after me
But no woman can rock your world.
I'm the storm you chased,
I'm the photo you burned.
What if we meet again,
....on cold August dawn?
would you pour wet kisses?
would you play our favourite song?
It was many moons ago
Your body weight on me,
And how miserable I was when you left.
I was your 3am phone call,
I'm the first 150 pages of your manuscript.
It was half-hell, half-heaven,
The time we spend
It was too powerful to be true,
It had to end.
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