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Burning Life


Sitting alone with my abandoned heart,
Thinking about from where to start,
Was it the words or the touch,
Which made me fall for her so much,

Where is the love that was once there,
I thought you wanted to play fair,
When did our ways diverge apart,
Why could we not learn the art,

Time slipping away through the hour glass,
The memories shared, don't seem to surpass,
Where's the future which we had foreseen,
Why couldn't we just wipe the slate clean

Gathering the pieces of the shattered soul,
My life's turned darker than kohl,
The agony of your total absence,
The numbness wiping all my sense,

Why does it have to be so hard,
Why have I been completely barred,
Far way from your burning life,
All I wanted was a loving wife

Why can't any one of us come clean,
Is it necessary to make it so obscene,
My heart never wanted to walk away,
I'm still ready with those eight letters to say,

Neither I liked the separate way,
Had no intention to ever betray,
I know we both are filled with remorse,
3 words, 8 letters, say it & I'm all yours!

- Ken & Ipshitaa

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