Once upon a dear time
He was there for me
I thought he was mine
But clearly i couldn't see
He was far but close to me
He dominates me like a king
I cherish at his actions
For he's the cause of my living
I learned love in every phase
In sorrows, grieves and pains
This love bonded to him
But at the end i have no gain
If love turns out to be a killer
I'd have been turning in my grave
Even then i'll never stop loving
No matter same love he never gave
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Monday, September 14, 2009
I PreDicTed WroNg...
Labels:
Confession,
Confusion,
Disappointment,
Identity
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