Holding on to my breath,
I felt a great pain within my soul...

I love you,
just these three words...

I don't know what will it be like tomorrow,
for you and I might be enemies for all we know...

When you are down,
things appear dull...

Those nice words you used to say;
those nice sentences you used to comfort me with...

Under that moonlight,
a stranger's soul touched me...

I held on to my wish;
waiting for a twist...

It's never too late;
I hoped...

Love itself is something not attainable with mere...
It itself is exhaustion to one's soul...

Memories that never stayed;
cries that never end...

The mere thought of it happening;
sent shivers down my spine...

When my friend don't trust me anymore,
what's the point being friends...