Dreading the day you would begin to see me ,
as I see myself and
start despising me too
Is it selfish to hope that day never comes ?
I want to be selfish this once though
But I never have been that lucky
And what price would I have to pay when it eventually comes ?
Would it be my guilt for seeking company
Or would it be your regret for being kind ?
Would it be my guilt for stealing warmth
Or would it be your regret for being blind ?
Should we leave it to time , the answer ?
Or would it be our mistake which killed us ,
To have ignored it all this time ,the questions
All that time borrowed from the bury yard of my hopes and dreams ,
To trade a moment in sun with you , my bosom friend !
To trade a moment in the dream , that i know too well , would haunt me from the day when this ends ....

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