Years flew like the sand in that lonely desert, Maybe I didn't knew you, As the loose sand doesn't know which gush of wind takes it off.
Forgetting everything isn't my passion, Truly speaking it's not embedded in me.
It's not a part of the prideful flesh engulfing my soft mind with hard stone like words that someday I recieved from you as a gift.
Don't dare you say that again, Coz that doesn't hurt.
That's take me out of myself !