The age was not right,
Neither the confession,
Writing you a love letter back then,
Wasn't a bad impression.
I saw that happiness,
I've never seen in someone's eyes,
If it wasn't the love then,
There were no clear skies...
Making me addicted,
making me fall,
You loved picking phones,
but don't love to call.
To think of a line
As poetic as mine,
That smile effect on me
Was as same of wine..
Making the hair curls
On my request as same,,
We were not playing there
Any baby game...
What you feel incomplete ,,
After this line..
Is as same as the story of mine..
You need story
I need answers,,
It may bring you glory,,
And for me disasters....
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