While thousands of 'why' impinging for reasons, a vivid whisper alternating in between. Then I saw your dead eyes blankly looking at a distance. It was then I painfully admitted, it can’t be me…
That my heart would tremble as tidbits of snow melted on my lips. That, too, I wanted to know the reason, It can’t be because of love, don’t they?
Squeeze my heart and you shall see it bleeds I gave out almost everything foolishly But your expressions sweeps me in one go, smothering me, yet it’s all that left between us.
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