Do I need to pick up this argument with you anymore
for I am afraid if I can even suitably blame you,
as I know I am also equally involved in your every sin.
Your innocent face sinks in my heart like the sun that disappears at far.
You had once felt the ripples of love in your heart
Was it for me? Tell me cunningly if you are shy of truth
Hadn’t we agreed to walk together till that next corner
Till our sun sets and we become a part of that darkness
Answer me once, if you have a heart; a heart that still beats.

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