Morgan Daruwala

Friends From My Past

Donít forget about me
You were my life, my thoughts, my dreams
We made thousands of memories so it seems
The world revolved around you, and ever growing me

Blinded by untouchable distance
Blended in peerless coexistence
Now unable to see your true feeling or laughter
I left not knowing what would come after

Hands grasped tight, you pulled me near
Distance for a whisper, but all yelled in my ear
ďWe love you and want you to stayĒ
I promised we would meet again along the way

Across the screen I sit feeling faded
One of us in the sun, the other one shaded
My loves my dears I hope this not to be true
Because no matter what, I will always love you

They say as one door closes another one opens
But new doors start, by swinging to new motions
Morning doesnít call the way it did long ago
Sounds new and exotic, though not what I know

The words Iím saying must be understood
I am the tree, and you are my roots and my wood
My leaves are reaching out from the base we have made
Never to be forgotten, but from it I have strayed

You are my friends, some good and some better
My thoughts become words, forming a letter
The sun rising there, is the same one I see
So when the sun sets, donít forget about me


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