#ooh
There's this supercute girl here,
From Jammu the Sikhni hails,
I feel so lucky that I get to see her,
At times I follow her scent trails.
Made of sheer pure beauty she is,
I go ooh la la when she comes,
Both my feet just freeze altogether,
Frozen & I find my senses lost.
Harps play when she speaks,
So beautiful is her voice,
Her lips separate like cuckoo beaks,
Alive I feel staring into her eyes.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
If my heart could talk,
It would only scream your name.
If my heart had a throat,
It would only be hurting
due to my loud scream.
If my heart screamed too loud
It would run out of voice.
If my heart ran out of voice
It would just beat with no sound.
If my heart had no sound,
It was probably dead.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC