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And here we are once again,
apart from each other.

You taste the sip of love every morning,
and
I am busy in drinking my heart
to
forget the fear of drowning in your
lies again.

While,
I am still in a questionable depth
of
how to snap out of this new type of sadness,
it took you few seconds to
find happiness in someone's else fortune.

Our love:
It wasn't more than a crush,
but your smile misled me towards a game
I didn't know how to play...
Sometimes, It takes a broken heart to
accept the consequences of the
malleable youth.

And whenever
I try to fight the fire inside my burning home,
your memories always come along with winds of the past
and turn into ashes the remains of my soul.

To be honest,
I never miss you in the usual way.
However, in need of affection,
I often miss the conversation -
we once had.