Beads down the stream of eye

It's excruciating how i see your pics and you remind me of every single piece of myself

i can see my face in your face

and how people say we look identical

how the kisses was just memories

and caress might just pass by

secrets and lies

complains and argues

How the hugs occurs for a moment

and taken away by the time itself

bed time talks

good mornings on my eyes

morning meal together

Trips and plans

butterfly and kite

that house

on a hill

silent..

and peaceful..

might be realized

whoever it is

So long..