Lost Days

Feel the pain, no sire; no more,
Every seconds getting day by day sour.
It’s running as I never planned,
Time is slipping off my hand.
I stand here with bundle of regrets,
And though I try, yet never forget.
Soon there’ll be a chance to make amend,
Broken hearts will some how mend.
I can’t breath anymore I am drowning,
Yet no response, but just frowning.
Was it my fault, or was it you to blame,
For if this is stage, than play a fair game


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