most wretched are cradled into poetry by wrong,
they learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Saturday, 23 April 2011
lost dream
You still made my heart skip a bit, eyes moist again.. But I don’t love u anymore. Neither do you, But something still pulls us A silken thread of memories, Tangled in the thorns of life, Singed with pain, An addictive sweet pain…
2 comments:
kiske liye??
for someone special :), the one that went away...
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