Dear You
The memories of you have become a scar on my conscience
I don't know why
Day by day I lost myself thoughts of you and I don't know why
I was not the one who called it off
And even moved on first
I thought the new man was knew
You yourself made me realise I was the one that never knew
Now, my conscience is being hunted
For a sin, I did not commit?
Is nature even normal?
Or did I make a promise I have not fulfilled?
Please reach out as soon as you can
I am tired of thinking about you
There is absolutely nothing sweet about the thoughts and memories of You
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