If only I did not Confess
our plants have died, cant you see
i never thought that you would flee
the words i wrote were for you to see
so how can i forgive this heresy
the letters which i wrote from my heart
thought that the responses would eventually start
but its you who forgot to the water the tree
and people said, its me who wasn’t smart
how i would dream of you, when you were away
made statues of you, from the clay
my heart was locked, and you lost the key
then they asked, why my hair turned Gray
the thoughts of us, in a tight embrace
staring deep in the eyes and kissing your face
our struggle to breath, while you made the tea
never thought, there would be dreams to chase
author did think, if he didn’t profess
there wont be a drop left of stress
we still could talk, and indulge in love’s spree
if only i did not confess
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