Here I sit in chilly frost of myself with some froth to warm up those days. Then I go into trance and run over reels of days but SURPRISE SURPRISE !! they are all empty and vague . Had I known I would walk such a long long stoney brook all by myself ? Hath thou left me a peice at every twist and turn I would take? Most probably yes. But had he known I shall fight and figure the riddle u say u didn't but u did put up. Had u known the woman u shall lose ur soul to would be the woman u never walked with ? U had known somthing for sure , and that was the enimity in turn of purity , injury in turn of purity and Lie in turn of purity again. Did thou had the slightest wonder to moi tranqulity , affection and tension.
That place u stood in with pride , today u shall still stand with pride and zing of ego but I have remained the same - Here I sit in chilly frost with some froth to warm up those days. Those days of little smiles , those moments of wait, those hours of sickness and those nights of surprise . Here u stand , with a wide proud chest screaming out and those forgotten memories.
U had a fling in mind , that I shall hate u for the rest of my counted breaths but had u known anything to it's depth?
NO ! screams my inner say .
The opposite of Love isn't enimity but it's the indiffrence u have missed . The hallow in ur soul , u have missed.
Oh dear Oh dear ! I shall run without words to say , 'she' that u say is a soul u sold a mile ago ; is the same soul u had to carefully weep upon to end . U sold that beautiful thing !
Here I sit all by myself in forsted chill with an empty mug of froth.
That place u stood in with pride , today u shall still stand with pride and zing of ego but I have remained the same - Here I sit in chilly frost with some froth to warm up those days. Those days of little smiles , those moments of wait, those hours of sickness and those nights of surprise . Here u stand , with a wide proud chest screaming out and those forgotten memories.
U had a fling in mind , that I shall hate u for the rest of my counted breaths but had u known anything to it's depth?
NO ! screams my inner say .
The opposite of Love isn't enimity but it's the indiffrence u have missed . The hallow in ur soul , u have missed.
Oh dear Oh dear ! I shall run without words to say , 'she' that u say is a soul u sold a mile ago ; is the same soul u had to carefully weep upon to end . U sold that beautiful thing !
Here I sit all by myself in forsted chill with an empty mug of froth.
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