Tonight the birds are singing a song of love ,
Trees rhyming together with their moving leaves ,
Reminding of the night when we had talked as lovers ,
But now the night has gone ,
Those nights when we used to think of each other are gone ,
The roads that took me to your place is gone ,
Those sprinting trees , those smiles , joys and sorrows which connected us as lovers are gone ,
The fake cries of joy in love are gone ,
The footsteps which used to pull us towards each other , now pushing us apart ,
Sundays of waiting , Mondays of stalking , Tuesdays of hurting , Wednesdays of making , Thursday of laughter, Fridays of fun , Saturdays of bidding bye are gone ,
Times of exchanging words from eyes and actions are gone ,
The only days that seemed to be left are drained and exhausting,
Only cries that left behind are of ache ,
And those empty roads which used to the glow of eyes for someone's appreance are now became the empty shallow ways without destiny !
"There was a time when we were known as lovers,
Now the existence of those lovers is faded and they had became the 'GONE LOVERS' !"
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