You were like a sweet disease,
Which I sometimes miss.
Smile on your face,
This is what I still chase.
There were people,who hurt,
There were times,when I cried.
But only you pierced my heart
And still,my love hasn't died.
I will find you one day,
We will finally laugh.
Now,I hardly stay,
But I am driven by love.
I am sure we will meet
Not tomorrow and today,
But you will be the weed,
For which I will pray.
Disease
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