English roses are old
Not smell like gold
Heaven on your dirty face
In heavy rain fireworks race
She cheats from chat and kills from eyes
Oily hair and slow from voice
In these days list of your unknown
Unknown affairs somewhere in between
Memory lane and emotional dreams
Wasted crying tears on soft cheeks
Risky love staring the easy lust
For catch your shadow clanger must
Your sweet kisses worthless over passion
This time real love is out of fashion
Snow around your hand saluted to your blurt
You are again but without me don’t flirt
Camellia perfume near your breast
Nothing to say in this makeup on the best
And wasted crying tears on soft cheeks…………………
ASHISH 30 may 07 23:11pm
Not smell like gold
Heaven on your dirty face
In heavy rain fireworks race
She cheats from chat and kills from eyes
Oily hair and slow from voice
In these days list of your unknown
Unknown affairs somewhere in between
Memory lane and emotional dreams
Wasted crying tears on soft cheeks
Risky love staring the easy lust
For catch your shadow clanger must
Your sweet kisses worthless over passion
This time real love is out of fashion
Snow around your hand saluted to your blurt
You are again but without me don’t flirt
Camellia perfume near your breast
Nothing to say in this makeup on the best
And wasted crying tears on soft cheeks…………………
ASHISH 30 may 07 23:11pm
2 comments:
this is like my story. from where u have got this feeling. your writing ability is awesome. from today i am your fan.
another tearful heart of writer. i like this.
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