Wednesday, 4 September 2013

Do your lips still tremble
in eager anticipation.
When you pin a flower
in the braids of your hair.
Or when you stand alone
in front of the mirror
and check out yourself.
Do you miss me behind
waiting to give you the hug .
Time takes away all of it,
the stolen moments of love.
Try hard as much we can
what we lose never comes back.

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