• nihitbhatia 5w

    I left something of me in you,
    You left something of you in me,
    Now at this strange juncture we,
    Meet again,
    Confused,
    Angered,
    Excoriated,
    What to confess, what not too,
    Lips run dry,
    Words are lost,
    Past memories controlling us now,
    But still the heart says,
    Give it another chance.
    ©nihitbhatia