Promises are made to be broken & lies are meant to be kept
As I stopped passing through the street where you lived,
Your admires sitting on the stairwell finally rejoiced.
But there are a few questions I'd like to ask:
Does his lips calm the nerves of your forhead,
The same way my lips used to?
Does the warmth of his breath make your heart skip a beat,
Like mine did?
Do you still hide the blanket on cold nights,
To give him an excuse to embrace you?
Do you still get drunk,
And spill your secrets to him,
Just to tell them to him again when you get sober,
Like you used to with me?
Do you still let your tresses slip down your cheeks,
So he could find them up with his fingers,
Just the way I used to?
Does he keep staring into your eyes till the crimson evenings turn black,
Just like I used to?
Do you show him the pictures in which,
You still search for your childhood?
Have you told him those tales,
Which you had shared with me saying, "I haven't told this to anybody else."
Anyway Forget it all,
Just answer this,
"Have you forgotten that night when I held you by your waist,
Laid my head on your shoulder and whispered just one thing *'Don't ever leave'*
To which you replied *'NEVER'*
*Promises are made to be broken and lies are meant to be kept*
HAPPY PROMISE DAY