I was living my dream
In moments that i could wrap
In pages of my old book.
And then i was broken
Left on the train platform
Warmth and softness of his hands
Still fresh like the morning sun.
Pursuing my heart again
Letting it to heal like old scar
I keep visiting old shelf
Where i had left a piece of my heart.
Found it in shambles
Broken , dry and unwanted ,lying around
Wrapped in little pieces of memory
That I asked for them to guard.
Last time i was in love
Is the last time i was in love, so far.
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