Lost Thoughts...
The day I met him, was the day I realised,
He was more than a want to me.
He was the need of my eyes,
For my eyes kept on gazing into his eyes,
Looking through the complexities in his life.
That one simple feeling he used to have,
That one emotion that was meant for me,
That one beat which pumped for me,
Time has encrusted those feelings in him.
But may be someday,
They will divulge again.
May be someday,
I will be his need and want again.
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