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Come back again  Let it pain While the rain drops  Scatter over insane We meet at the same lane Where no one looks  At our eyes for each other  Where no one takes Away our silence that talks to one another  Come back again  I promise won't ask you to stay Won't ask questions that mess up the way We dress up for the play And pretend all day I keep listening whatever you have to say I keep failing to understand  And you keep explaining it on demand  *pics courtesy - Pinterest Profile - Catarina Teixeira

The Pencilbox

There was a time..
When all I could wish for was a Pencilbox..
A shiny one..
With buttons..
To press and impress..
Swirling like the dress.
Dreaming night and day..
Where every second the thought would stay.
How I could land into this box full of play.
I ended up never owning one..
But suddenly that wish..
Seems to be now an innocent display..
Where wanting wasn’t owning per say.
And now even when it’s over and beyond the Pencilbox..
All that’s left over..
Is why can’t I have the things..
That I had back in the day..

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