real love is to give without expecting a return
but I waited for those kisses
that’d made me stunned.
forgiveness is the only key to happiness
but I couldn’t forget myself
for forgiving you often.
letting go off the things get you get them back
but I couldn’t let go off the thoughts
to always get you back.
holding onto few things does not make a sense
but I hold on so tightly
on our happy memory’s stack.
There was only crime that I made
To fall in love with you without a reason
There is another crime that I wish to make
To get a chance for its revision.