The Coldest November.
I waited. But how much longer do you have to wait for it?
One more letter. One more song. One more conversation.
What if I got it wrong? And no poem or song could put what I got wrong or make you feel belong?
If you love me, you would have let me know?
And you'd say "If you love me, why'd you let me go?"
She stole your flame coz you didn't keep it burning.
The feelings linger when we visit Memory Lane & reminisce.
But we ask ourselves, "Do we miss the person or the memories?"
So many questions unanswered.
Happy birthday, my perfect stranger.
It was your decision. And you're living up to it.
It was your decision. And you're living up to it.
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