Varun K. Sharma 5 MAY AT 0:01

Why is it,
That everything I do,
Pulls me back to you,
Like the poles of a magnet,
Drawn to each other,
Could this be true?
That no matter where I go,
In this big wide world,
I somehow remember you,
If I try to walk away,
And drag myself afar,
My direction reverses too,
How is it,
That every time I'm near,
I can't look at you,
And all the times I'm not,
I clearly see through,
Why is it,
That for all the things you did,
Or you didn't even do,
I still need you.

- Varun ©