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wrong things

Posted on : 26-12-2009 | By : lyricallyproven | In : Poetry

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I loved him so, loved him so.

He loved me much, loved me much.

But this was something only we both know.

Which would bind us together forever,

in every single touch.

It is something I’ve done wrong,

It is my mistake.

It is something that I’ve wanted for long,

But now I know it’s a drug I would never choose to take.

Because the days just floated by,

My mind was in a blur,

Everything seemed tempting and there was no why.

I just did it, like I was so sure.

After being crazy and going over the top,

I asked myself who have I become.

But the craze went on, it never stopped,

I learnt that this was a secret, I would never tell my mum.

I thought I just lost something, there and that,

I never thought too deep.

Until one day I began to realize the consequential fact,

Now every night, I weep to sleep.

Some things in life, are meant to be taken away.

It’s just when, and why, by whom.

This time I learn that when a person goes astray,

It’s hard to escape from doom.

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