#453 Don’t Be Just Another Past
Past. Past. Past
There were pasts I already turned my back on
Then you came. I held your hand
I thought we can move on
But now I feel your hand slipping
You kiss me as if it’s already goodbye
I know something’s wrong
It’s seen in your eyes
You’re taking away the warmth of your embrace
Along with the sweetness of your touch
Can I be hurt more than this
Knowing I endear you so much
Don’t push me to let you go
Don’t be just another past
Because you may not be the first
I want to have this love as my last
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