My gloomy nights still glow with her charm,
Around my bent neck I still feel her arm,
Still she ask,"didn't you turn off my birthday alarm?",
The moments we shared lovingly I have those clicks,
My cheeks feel wet as if she still licks,
Still she ask,"didn't you delete my pics?"
Considering her choices I redesign my each act,
Matter of sadness is that she know every fact,
Still she ask,"didn't you delete my contact?",
Which made me to fall I remember those fights,
When we used to talk I miss those nights,
Still she ask,"why do you stll hold so tight?"
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