We were angry.
But I kept you inside,
In my pocket,
You deleted my e-mails.
You can delete me,
From the inbox of your life.
Make a bulk mail folder,
You can keep me there.
Because I look like junk mail.
The subject is catchy,
But you don’t find,
Lines you are looking for.
But I am not a junk mail.
You keep me in trash can.
Because I am not your junk mail,
You can keep me,
In your inbox,
Or in your trash can,
But, not in your junk mail.
« return.