 Picture Credit: Prabhath Narapareddy I shed tears for the loss of a chance at happiness But I forget that it was never mine, to begin with. I sigh as he leaves But I’m secretly glad of that as well. He moves from flower to flower like a slow breeze But even as I wait expectantly I know I was never a flower I look up at every sound hoping that it is him and not silly me But always it is someone else and never him. He smiles and I forget my carefully built walls But I know I have to build them again and again He asks and I give But never get back He speaks and I forget my thoughts But never do I find them again His eyes find mine But his heart never will... Team
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