It's gone.

By Gopika -

 Now it has become a dream, It is a dream,It is a dream. You belong to my dreams. You own it. I don't want to see you today neither tomorrow nor never. The heart has ached every autumn and spring, every dusk and dawn, every seconds and minutes and gained only "aches".I have got a lot of words to tell you but everything likely ends up with."I miss you,but I don't want to see you". It will and won't change but the ample of times I have cried in the ache counts for every moment. I believe in the love and its rhythms but more that I believe is in the distance that will ever make me enthralled in your presence that's not really.Every day I have stood aside my windows whining at the sun for it has never brought your presence but just ravelling catastrophic thoughts. Maybe all that will remind me is nothing just pause everything. I will never fail to embrace my mind with your thoughts.PERIOD.

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