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2006-01-17 | |
I was walking on the school pavement
Whispering a blissful tune
While thinking about the next exam.
My world stopped
As I have encountered
The one I loved
The girl of my dreams.
I keep on pushing my self
To search for my lone guts
But my mind keeps on telling me
Itâ€™s not yet the time.
Many days and months had passed
The syllables still hide
Between my demure lips.
I keep on looking at her
With a hidden passion
In return sheâ€™ll stare at me
My blood arises
Due to our pressure.
There is something in her eyes
That the wind keeps on telling me
Her eyes as much as the sun
So intense and hot
Burning in sensation
A natural force.
Then the breeze, my sole friend
Drove me towards the border
Of my undefined fantasies
Where everything is crimson
At last, all the words escaped my portal
She now hears the strain Iâ€™m singing
I am a man of my word
To show and shout what Iâ€™m feeling.
But my ears bleed ardently
As I have heard those poison arrows
Coming out from her
For sheâ€™s telling me
That I am not the person whom she lovesâ€¦!!!
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