The time is gone,
and you will be too.
You'll leave, like all
the people do.
I won't be able to find
a reason to make you stay,
and eventually, you'll
choose your own way.
Even if I hold on to you tight,
nothing will ever make things right,
for you like watching
the stars unfold,
and I, listening to
the stories, untold.
You believe that life
is just a series of memories, made,
while I just wait long enough
for them to fade.
Life has more
secrets than these pages can tell,
and generally, people don't seem
to understand them well.
So, this time, I'll let you go by,
hoping that you make
an effort to atleast try.
But you, like everyone else,
will choose to leave,
giving me memories
that I'll forever grieve.
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