Every word you spoke once,
Echoed in 'my voice', dull and spent..
The empty lines of a love song,
Sung plain and painfully long...
The sparkle in your eyes slowly died,
I did try to revive, with all my might...
Yet slowly it died...embers dying..
Yet slowly it died....ashes flying...
If there is a way, to match your stride,
If there is a chance to see our love alive,
If it is possible to revive the song,
If it is possible to reignite the calm...
I refuse to give in this time..
Choosing to walk away with memories unkind.
Let me remain a soul that failed,
To patch the broken song alive....
The sparkle in your eyes slowly died,
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these lines I liked very much Viji... well written.. but sounds sad..
love is always melancholic, if it is not successful :P what to do?
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