Why am i into your pictures more,
than before, now, when you don't need me anymore?
Why am i thinking about you,
When you said, "the picture is better torn don't look for glue?"
It's ironic when you want to leave my hand,
My grip is getting tighter than before, why, i need you to speak up?
I think coz I am falling even deeper for you when-
we are supposed to split up.
I never knew you would ask me-
One day to stay away.
I meant it when i said, "I'd bring anything you ask!", and see.
Where am i today separated like a bay!

© A Mystery
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