Sometimes i wrap myself in sadness and write about it

In the mirror
My eyes met my own, but he
Only smiled and sighed
And whispered quietly :
"It's already too late".
I still have scars when
Our eyes
Met.

Ends are often written before beginnings. In our lifetime ,we only truly live a few days. How can it be memories are more alive than I am ?
Sometimes I speak of you
As if u are still here .
I never knew
What loving you
Would do to
Me

Our hearts are stories waiting to be told .
Those eyes of yours could swallow
Stars,galaxies and universes.
What hope did I
Ever have ?

Alas !
I smiled
We were under same
Sky
At least

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