Again a promise you made,
We'll meet if it's true love,
But with no contact and illustrations,
I remained alive with that promise!
Days passed, years passed,
Nor you came, not my favour,
Waiting felt me stronger bond,
But you're now a stranger.
A text showed the written message,
To break it forever,
Afterall you said"promises are meant to be broken"
Like you never meant it before!
A question remained, 'why?' Is that all fake??
Where did that promise went in between?
Nothing remained perpetual with the memories,
Except the impression of rose, you left behind.
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