Don't speak a word
your words are bound to make me blue
I have no expectations
when I ask 'What was I to you?'
Your presence and absence
was no less than my obsession
it pushed away my innocence
and revealed, you are not my possession.
And now the distance prevails
between your other-side and me
expired promises that derail
my memory, are lingering beside me.
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