Oh, dear love.
I had tried to throttle my love,
Each time , we were on the verge of leaving.
I had tried hard, to keep ,
Thought of good moments at bay, voluntarily each time, we were fighting.
Now when I know, that we won't look back this time ,
And we won't ever come back from where we left,
I somehow don't feel like giving away the love that's in me.
Probably since, that's the only thing, which is left in me,
To still not hate you.
And hating you, is something I am not allowed to while moving away.