Free..
From long, lost days
And seemingly endless nights
Hurt, bewildered darkness
And vague glimmering lights.
From dwelling on sms memoirs
To living on orkut ties,
Convincing..constructing my faith
When things seemed otherwise.
Dreaming of your loving ways
Waking up to whimsical lies
Sudden warmth seeping through
Bitter cold cutting like ice.
Now, an end to half-spoken truths
Now, no meanings to construe.
Free...finally...
From thoughts of you.
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About Me
- Aankhi
- "In spring,when woods are getting green, I'll try and tell you what I mean. In summer,when the days are long, Perhaps you'll understand the song." For this must ever be- A secret Kept from all the rest Between yourself and me." -A fellow Aquarian