The scent of old love which seemed so divine eventually became the suffocation of my life turning my midnights inti afternoons.
There used to be a time when used to dream of love,
But when I fall in love my world became the happiest place of world,
But within a short period of time I didn't realise when it all begin to seem like a delusion.
But when again I got to face that love again.
Desire of falling in love bloomed again though the love is still like a scary dream,
But I found myself again dreaming of like before,
Like that teenage girl again expecting life to be alive when it all seemed dead.
But when I again saw that love hope got banished to be with someone again.
The scent of old love which seemed so divine eventually became the suffocation of my life turning my midnights inti afternoons.
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