Each day, when I making my way,
I look for your face in a crowd -
It would be so nice just to say,
That my love stayed the same for no doubts.
I dream of you as always did,
And call for you at night,
My heart still bleeds and ghosts appear
Of those who left behind.
Creation of mine, now you stand alone
‘Cos I disappeared from your life.
I wish I could die somewhere in dead zone,
Erase all that was from your mind.
Regret
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