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Mistake

Mar 12, 2023
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By Yashti Agarwal


Now you are not mine to hold,

Not mine to kiss

Whose fault is in all this?

No matter how hard I try

But can't seem to believe

I am the one behind your bye.

I pushed you.

I harmed you.

Not believing was my fault

Still you was the one at the loss.



Am I worth forgiving?

Am I worth deserving?

You are too precious to let go

Still I gave up on you.

Call me rascal, call me bastard

This is what I did to you.

Like I called you the mistake

Prove me I am the biggest.

Left you there

Now I have nobody to care,

With a ache in heart

Lied inspid over the grass.

Inculpated you

And want to be exculpate

Pain in the arse

Is what I've became.

Doloring in a mire

I am waiting for you

Take me back I plea you.


By Yashti Agarwal




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