To the dancing rhythms of despair ,
To the transient melodies of happiness,
Love seemed to be the only feeling of myself
Was it a life they speak about every single day?
A feeling so untrue, so destructive and so vulnerable
A feeling of uniqueness and perfection
no words; left me in the dungeons of cherish
to just speak about the air of despondency within
yet, I speak about the feelings I dream of in-
silent, persuasive nights, drenched in the spirit of solitude
To the transient melodies of happiness,
Love seemed to be the only feeling of myself
Was it a life they speak about every single day?
A feeling so untrue, so destructive and so vulnerable
A feeling of uniqueness and perfection
no words; left me in the dungeons of cherish
to just speak about the air of despondency within
yet, I speak about the feelings I dream of in-
silent, persuasive nights, drenched in the spirit of solitude
Innocent as was the feeling, so was the exploit
the gain?? Some aspirations long awaited.
Still I ran after your afterglow,your true feelings
your kinds words and true self,
Vain was all the consequence, buried deeper and deeper..........
the gain?? Some aspirations long awaited.
Still I ran after your afterglow,your true feelings
your kinds words and true self,
Vain was all the consequence, buried deeper and deeper..........
woh that is good
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