come little angel,
give me your sorrow,
for i am nothing but your tomorrow,
before we commit,
you have a little smile that i need to borrow.
I trust you have tears,
I too have fears,
Love, vision, mirage, the delusion endears.
They call it love, with such watery eyes,
Tarry just a little, event the delusion dies.
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Wow, you can write...this one has so much meaning .. thx for sharing.!!! .. hopefully i can write for my girl someday...
ReplyDeleteThanks Rahul. Inspiration is always the beginning of great things, there on its passion.
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