"STILL SHE ASK"

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?"