I, just sit on my chair
And thinking goes on.
Why i started loving you.
And if, you too start loving me back.
How we'll be in near future.
How long we'll be together.
Past memories hurts.
They blame me to love someone
unconditionally.
Then why, i am started loving you.
And if, you too start loving me back.
How can i, again trust love,
It is not that i don't trust us.
But, what if?
that past, repeat itself.
My thinking goes on.
Why i started loving you.
Undefined.
About the Creator
Sagar Panwar
A little bit mine, a little bit yours.
Together this dream is ours.
Poet | Poetry
I am walking in darkness with a notebook and a pen.
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