Tuesday, September 10, 2013

You still last somewhere inside...


I did it once and for the last,


People might call you my past.
But when you bring tears to my eyes now,
people can call you my past but I don't’ know how.

You  gave me joy,
Because of which I’m happy till now,
You gave me love,
On which we both were bow..

You gave me a life,
Which was just wow..
When you’re my past,
Why inside me you still last...


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