Before it turned black
Dusty box of memories,
Where I've been visiting lately
With no set of boundaries,
Just to see you closely
Embrace you widely,
You who disregarded my love,
My sincerity you shove,
I became an outcast who lacked abundantly
Still I always come back,
Before all things turned black,
In your arms I used to abide,
I was yours set aside the pride.
©?Written Whispers
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