Words falter,
and thoughts have stranded me in the memory lane,
The glimpse of your eyes makes mine water,
your silhouette,why doesn't it eternally wane?

I'm I your parrot or a caged dove?
Is it your hatred or my habit to stay in love?

You left without a word
and it's incomplete,
you should rather have severed our bond with a sword,
or have built it's grave in concrete.
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