I thought you loved me
When you plucked me from the garden
Little did i knew
You were a florist
Who trades little hearts daily

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Not in the prologue
Not in the epilogue
But will keep you
With bookmark of love

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He wiped her tears, consoling her heart
She consoles her heart with awaiting teary eyes

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Broader smile masking aching heart

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If i have to write an autobiography,
Then you will not be on my prologue
Not even in my epilogue
But somewhere between those pages
Bookmarked with my love

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I miss you
But always ended up saying
Missed your write-ups

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In the era of putting status
She prefers a sweet handwritten letter

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Self-satisfaction



It gives inner peace

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That captivating smile stole my sight

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It takes me a day to search
What will i watch next
That i haven't watched before

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