Times change and things are lost. People are too. Those we once loved are now far away, far beyond our reach, and all that is left is the tangy aftertaste of a rusted love.
All that is left is rust.
Time was good
Together we stood
Walked, ran, fooled around
Played games to lose
We broke
We bonded
But lost trust
All that is left is rust
We took care
Honest and fair
Held each other in troubles
Wherever we were
They had plans
I had a chance
In a second, it all turned to dust
All that is left is rust
I lost her book
Which I never took
What do I do, if I must
All that is left is rust.
Last Updated on by Himani Rawat