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The white orchid
I will give him a flower today.
Not those red, pink or yellow, green.
It's a just a white orchid.
I remember the day
when he brought me some red.
And I asked him to exchange it for a plant instead.
A year has passed since then.
I know he would find it awkward
And can say that
I don't stand by my own words.
Believe me I would listen
To everything he would say.
I'll accept my mistake
And keep my ego at bay.
I will close him in my heart
And won't let him go.
Let me see him once,
And I'll take him to a place
You'll never ever know.
It's the same day
When he had promised me
That he'd always be with me.
Like a flower with its fragrance.
Fragrance may leave the flower with time
But our love was here to stay.
But now when he is gone
Even when I had warn.
How am I supposed to live
In this no-love land,
Which only has this white orchid
Filled with so many thorns.
Not those red, pink or yellow, green.
It's a just a white orchid.
I remember the day
when he brought me some red.
And I asked him to exchange it for a plant instead.
A year has passed since then.
I know he would find it awkward
And can say that
I don't stand by my own words.
Believe me I would listen
To everything he would say.
I'll accept my mistake
And keep my ego at bay.
I will close him in my heart
And won't let him go.
Let me see him once,
And I'll take him to a place
You'll never ever know.
It's the same day
When he had promised me
That he'd always be with me.
Like a flower with its fragrance.
Fragrance may leave the flower with time
But our love was here to stay.
But now when he is gone
Even when I had warn.
How am I supposed to live
In this no-love land,
Which only has this white orchid
Filled with so many thorns.
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