Your Story, My Way

Lost…

Lost…

As we grow, we realize the bitter truths of life. Love can be the cure as well as love can be the disease. Love is a feeling of attachment. Our friends and family are people whom we love. Sometimes we don’t truly value a person until or unless they are gone. That kind of love happens only once and remains in us for eternity. Life moves ahead but a part of us is still waiting.
Here is a lost tale of a man :

She was one of her kind
Always made happy my mind
I wasn’t yet known
That attachment is sown
I thought she was just
A person like dust
Who may be gone
After a year I’ll remember none
For now it’s been years
And I’m filled with tears
Cause I let her fade away
Left her faraway
All that remains is regret
Which I can never forget

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