A Bit of Me
A bit of me dies everytime,
when I miss a chance on you,
A bit of me gets more hesitant everytime,
when I thought of it and relate it to you,
I think to ask you about it,
But my bad luck, I never get a chance to do so.
It's indeed my own woven dungeon
and
How stupid of me to believe that you know the reason!
Copyright © Deepika Redhu | Year Posted 2022
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