She walked away, indignantly.
Her eyes were bloodshot.
She packed her bags and walked away.
Her eyes were bloodshot.
She packed her bags and walked away.
Her dress was billowing around her ankles.
She didn't even look back and walked away.
She didn't even look back and walked away.
Her last sob was clearly audible.
She turned on her heels and walked away.
She turned on her heels and walked away.
Her hands fumbled at the door handle shakily.
She didn't stop to hear a goodbye and walked away.
She didn't stop to hear a goodbye and walked away.
Her cheeks were stained with tears.
She hasn't packed it all though.
So forgetful she is, as always.
She hasn't packed it all though.
So forgetful she is, as always.
Her perfume is still in our sheets.
Her earrings that oscillated as she spoke lay at the bedside table.
And her warm breath on the back of my neck while I played a melody for her.
Yes, her loving gaze as she fed me with her hands.
Not to forget, her tinkling laugh when she kissed me.
Oh, the taste of her lips!
Touch of her fingertips when she buttoned my shirt.
Sound of her scolding still rings my ears, she left that too.
So forgetful she is, as always.
Where do they sell the bags big enough to accommodate all these?
Her earrings that oscillated as she spoke lay at the bedside table.
And her warm breath on the back of my neck while I played a melody for her.
Yes, her loving gaze as she fed me with her hands.
Not to forget, her tinkling laugh when she kissed me.
Oh, the taste of her lips!
Touch of her fingertips when she buttoned my shirt.
Sound of her scolding still rings my ears, she left that too.
So forgetful she is, as always.
Where do they sell the bags big enough to accommodate all these?
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