Because there is just not a particular button
Either in the real world, or in my memory
Not even key in my mind to stop myself
From loving you Oh ignorant fellow!
You are still here lodged inside my mind
Like a bullet, from a war of olden times
Always I wonder who is my destroyer
Was it you Oh young persecutor!
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 9:05 AM UTC
Because there is just not a particular button
Either in the real world, or in my memory
Not even key in my mind to stop myself
From loving you Oh ignorant fellow!
You are still here lodged inside my mind
Like a bullet, from a war of olden times
Always I wonder who is my destroyer
Was it you Oh young persecutor!
My HP Poem #195
© Atul Kaushal
