The fire within

I Dint give you gifts of love,

For, you were my treasure trove.

My heart is only what I had,

Which you broke, so bad.



I should have realised,

When, ‘my girl’ which u fondly called,

Became, just, ‘a gal’,

That, it was diminishing.

The spark. Or the thrill.

As i feel still.


I might be, a thing of your past

But your memories,

Are the pillars of my future.

Sorry, couldn’t move on, that fast.


Oh no, you are not to blame,

Since all are not the same.


Some need a moment,

Some need an eternity.


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