He told me he loves me...
That friendship that we promised together got loose
I think about the word 'promise' and what that word means...
Loving others completes us.
And that's why we are beautiful.
I love someone, whom I kept a secret from him.
When he held my hand, I thought of him and his warmth.
Where does my heart lie?
When I told him I would find him,
He said, "There's no need, I'll come back to you".
He used to send me postcards from overseas...
And those postcards have me great comfort.
But when will I unite?
Or should I compromise my friendship?
The world is ever-changing and so is our life...
Our life is full of surprises;
When you kiss someone, everything becomes quiet, and,
Each second feels like forever...
That one kiss that brought a crack in friendship,
Should I mend it with my impulsive three golden words or should I tell him the truth...
I realized my fleeting feelings were towards...
The one who sent me postcards...
This present was a mistake or a known sin ??
My young love story had to sit and think,
Whether to sin or to worship...
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