Will I ever be myself, like me before?
Is it possible to open a closed door?
Losing you shattered me to the core?
Realised after losing u, hurted more?

Simple words battled to be clear.
To make actions for me to be near.
Tough choices strikes me to fear.
Maybe it's too late for you to hear.

Past may not look now so great,
Present is what I call it the fate.

Regrets never made past to hate,
Rejoiced to be near Castle's gate.

Princess and Queens aren't a mere
fantasies, they are ones hold u dear.

I never asked myself what I value,
The bearable loss of your absence?
Unbearable gain from your Love?

(In life, value what you gain
cherish what you had lost...
Make memories memorable)


© Prakash JR

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