Remember when the days were good And we were together, Two fools, such tender, We used to walk, With similar gaits. And I used to talk, Stealthily looking at your face. Those vibes from your touch; Hues of love and lust, So I did get paint in my eyes, Blessings of those orange tinged evening skies. As we stopped for some flights, While others were with their lives. When the flocks of returning birds, Poured into the purple horizon And the Earth was about to change sides, I wanted to hold on, Forever and on.
Am having those days again When I peek beyond the white clouds, And then pour down the rain, A chill touch of joy runs down my vein. Then the wind flickers my hair, Whispers in my ear: Boy take back, Those tears shed in vain; Else, it’s just another spring rain. So I feel warm again, Even under this chill rain. As the chill ravine rush through my heart, Carrying pebbles from the good days of past, Girl you will stay, forever, With such tender, beautiful face, In the folds of good old time and space.
Well you’re one hopeless romantic Almost a border line lovesick fanatic But I wouldn’t change you not if I could I love your wet and sappy kisses And the way you hold me so tight I think I’m gonna pass
Through the narrow curves, of street, my mind, walked along the evening breeze; I reached Over the banks of a near-by lake, where I Used to sit in my college-days; with sweet Memories of girls, I loved, I remembered, Sitting
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