IT'S ALL 'YOU'A Poem by AnkitaWell, the question is that is it really all 'you' and never 'me'?You left me which was To get rid of your
memories. I even locked That wooden table
clock, you see. That drug to meet my
pines. Painful is imagining
the future, Your picture seems
dull, very dull to me And painful is to see
the spark lost I find a strange pleasure. Pleasure shall you
call it © 2013 AnkitaAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 24, 2013 Last Updated on August 24, 2013 AuthorAnkitaKolkata, IndiaAboutI try to be optimistic and I feel that gives me strength. I dream, I imagine, I love. I like penning down every bit of my feelings and emotions. I love myself. more..Writing
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