Like the bold man suffers from
The scourging sun
So did I suffer in loneliness
After she walked out of the door.
Like a naked weapon
I shot to reach the stars
Before life returned what I lost,
She left in quarrel and came in joy
Not a perfect stay but cleansing
And remuneration of memories
its never a goodbye for the ones
you love.
No Wonder dogs return to the *****
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
Like the bold man suffers from
The scourging sun
So did I suffer in loneliness
After she walked out of the door.
Like a naked weapon
I shot to reach the stars
Before life returned what I lost,
She left in quarrel and came in joy
Not a perfect stay but cleansing
And remuneration of memories
its never a goodbye for the ones
you love.
No Wonder dogs return to the *****
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