END OF MAY

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I don't know how to start with this..
Those sweet old days- I really miss !!
The three of us meant *THE WORLD* to us ♡
Now I'm sitting alone on the grass~
I still have those pictures of us three ⚟
Dancing, cheering with no greed ^○^
The songs we sang, the songs we wrote ♧
Are now just some untold quotes ◇
The blue notebook that had all our scribblings on it ¤
Now lies in the trash box with some broken pencil leads __
The tears which rolled down our eyes one day ***
Ended with the end of *MAY*//
How we used to roam around:
Now I go with someone else to the ground ))
Our lifes and love- all did change  ××
But inside my heart- it still pains ~
How we got caught talking in class《
And those scoldings with the total mass 》
All are now, but our PAST..
How we cheated in sudden tests,,
We were us three in our comfortable nests <>
Little gossip, little quarrels and chit-chats ⚟
Now disappeared under the magician's hat ♧
One of us is not a friend anymore *()*
I sit all alone now- I get bored <>
Mischiefs were our code language ##
But NOW they just seem strange..
Deep down somewhere I can still feel *||*
Guilty, sorrow and the infinite time's wheel ><
Break time was the best of all +×+
So much food- I used to stroll \/
I loved the sandwich, more the chowmin ..
But now at breaktime, I behave like I'm mean~
I don't want load of snakes !!
All I want is a few true friends ♡
I realize now, how much we needed each other..
The need of you? It really bothers.
Summer, monsoon and winter;
Perpetration was our invisible glitters..
Sneaking mobiles to the class *^*
And listening to music till it's dusk ##
You meant my mother in the school =
Supportive and loving, but still so cool..
But now we don't call, don't even text {
The phone lays mute beside my bed }
While depression craves my heart each day;
Once, again came the end of *MAY*.

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