Or perhaps, of a love,
that was not meant to last,
forever.
And if you ever chose to douse yourself
in nostalgia,
you may end up smelling like those dusty attics,
that hold on to crumbling suitcases,
which hadn’t been visited
in a long time..
Words
One day, when you and I,
grow old,
I shall instruct my words to
our lifetimes.
They know the craft of
turning back time..
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Sanam Sharma
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