So many things to say,
but can't find the right word.
I wonder why they say,
pen is mightier than the sword.
I wrote down few lines,
and erased many.
Wanted to find a song for you,
but I didn't find any.
So much to share,
but we are so far apart.
Haven't been while we have met,
yet it feels we will never depart.
Is it the love I was searching,
or just another painful ending.
Whatever it may be,
every morning feels like a new beginning.
We haven't spoken much,
yet I find my feelings expressed.
Life looks new again,
with nothing to feel depressed.
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