02 Apr 2007
Its ahead I wanna look
But her thoughts are on hook
There's a wish to look back
But the courage she lacks
Together we may not be
Am not free, and you are not free
So alone I got to play
And wait for another day
The wait goes up in smoke
And eons later, you meet this bloke
I am itching for eye contact - say hi
You have decided on good bye
So, I write...
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