While cleaning my room of adamant cobwebs, empty bottles & old letters
Came across your sketch and a rose once you wore in your hair
The proud flower is now nothing but few old grey petals
But if you have time, you can come and see for yourself
How after all these years, you still steal my heart with one stare
But why go back and get imprisoned in clasp of time
Life is as good as it gets
It is better to hold your sketch than you in my arms
Who knows how our life would have been
I could have betrayed you or you could have betrayed me
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