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Back To The Future

To be in love is like walking on the moon
Difficult to control yourself, swaying with the air
The world around you changes for the good
And you feel you can conquer it all

But then you land on the earth soon
Problems, in your face they glare
The beliefs on which “you” stood
The friends you used to call

“The happily after” seems far away
To keep her happy, you laugh through pain
Waking up till 4 am to calm her nerves
With no one to ask you about your red eye

She came in my life to stay
Probably I was not sane
It had nothing to do with the curves
But I never wanted to say good bye

I am still not over her, but I am far
I feel complete, I feel worthy, I feel I am back
Someday, I want her to get this fact
She will regret this, while I will forget it

What has remained is a deep scar
But life is back on the right track
I feel proud I was not sacked
And doused the fire, but not before it lit

I don’t want her to come back to me
I want her to value the person who loves her now
You would say I am still in love
But at least now, I know myself better

I want to thank her, I know you cannot see
She has changed my life, only I know how
Back to my long baths, back to what I love
What’s left, is just this letter

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