To remember someone special has become indeed a habit,
When will I forget him God Damn it!
He comes in my dreams whenever I sleep,
Tells me every night,” Why do you weep?”
No answer to his questions that he murmurs every night,
I try to hold him tight but he’s often out of sight.
I know he’ll never come back to me,
Never again;
But can’t remove him out of my heart and brain
When my tears shed like waterfall.
I know very well that my eyes turn small
People say,” I love him.”
May be I do.
But I know just one thing
That;
I am one but my heart is two;
One is mine the other’s his
Who comes in my dreams and give me a kiss!!
The Chaotic Soul 