On the old spreads in bed
When I wake up these days
I search for your smell
but its long gone, erased
In the mirror of my room
the reflection of my face
looks melanocholic than ever
without any trace of happiness
In worn tshirts you left here
I mostly sleep in at lonely nights
thinking of our sweet memories
crying over silly bitter fights
Where have you gone my love
leaving me over petty issues
I miss you badly day and night
wishing you to come back soon.
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