One, two, three... BLINK!
and you were gone,
I never was able to find you again,
see you again, hold you again.
A couple of years and your name started to fade,
finally becoming an incoherent whisper in the farthest corner of my brain.
I think it was an illusion,
My anchor when I'm drifting too far from home in the Middle of the night-
the lonliest time of my sinful life,
when I want to scream while still remaining quiet.
Our memories don't belong to me anymore,
I couldn't even lie that they did.
No, they are possessions of the girl that disappeared when you did.
She was right there with you,
And I stayed behind as her physical proof.
I was never as great as her,
never as happy as her,
never as full of life and joy as her-
The girl that you fell in love with.
I look like her, they call me by her name,
But I could never,NEVER be just like her.
But her face and her Name might be my only qualification,
To keep your smile ingrained in my brain.
That I'm the picture of the ghost that you loved,
The ghost lucky enough to love you too.
Maeve was drunk all the time.
Tonight, was not an exception.
She drove trucks for a living. Her father and mother were kind enough to give birth to her, not realizing that they had to take care of her until she was eighteen. Long story short, they took the easy way out.
India is a country that is home to 1.3 billion people, where 50% population is below the age of 25. The young population is always considered an asset to the nation's development. If a nation aspires to be a global superpower, its youth must strive hard to develop the country socially, economically, and politically.
It was at the end of the storm,
When the night began to take form,
That the clouds cleared up,
And the stars showed up.
When the rain descended,
And the rainbow came and ended...