Sweet becomes sour A minute feels like an hour, The morning looses it's essence And the evening it's charm, Winter takes over the heart Even summer no longer feels warm. Eventually though The heart adapts to the atmosphere where they are present no more, Their absence bothers it no longer, It no longer remains sore. Once someone leaves and if you are habituated of them being around then things become utterly difficult to handle. Collab and tell how it feels #withoutsomeone #oncesomeoneleaves. #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
