This is the story of Two People truly in love but Belonged to different religions , different backgrounds and the society and its norms forced them to part their ways. For the sake of the happiness of their families , which were far far away to accept them together , they ended
breaking - up.
Every time they crossed each others way ,
Something used to break inside,
Every time they saw each other coming ,
Something inside them cried ,
Every time they pretended to be strangers ,
They couldn't stop their painful smiles,
It was hard to forget the faces and walk ,
When their souls still used to talk,
Every time she giggled and smiled ,
She caught Him stealing her charms in his eyes ,
Every night they both found it hard to sleep ,
As they had nightmares of, walking out of each others Dreams .
It was hard to never say each other a "Hi " ,
When they knew they had already said "Goodbyes " ,
Every time she stumbled in her heels over the rough pebbled paths ,
She missed his act of holding her in his arms,
And He caught her stuck and lost there on the walk-path ,
Every day they acted like the other person doesn't exist ,
While inside , each others presence , their souls still feel.
©RitzyyBonViveur.Blogspot.com
breaking - up.
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Something used to break inside,
Every time they saw each other coming ,
Something inside them cried ,
Every time they pretended to be strangers ,
They couldn't stop their painful smiles,
It was hard to forget the faces and walk ,
When their souls still used to talk,
Every time she giggled and smiled ,
She caught Him stealing her charms in his eyes ,
Every night they both found it hard to sleep ,
As they had nightmares of, walking out of each others Dreams .
It was hard to never say each other a "Hi " ,
When they knew they had already said "Goodbyes " ,
Every time she stumbled in her heels over the rough pebbled paths ,
She missed his act of holding her in his arms,
And He caught her stuck and lost there on the walk-path ,
Every day they acted like the other person doesn't exist ,
While inside , each others presence , their souls still feel.
©RitzyyBonViveur.Blogspot.com
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