Give me fresh air ,
Which surely call me fare..
wrong is wrong and right is right,
May be’ my thoughts are the cause of fight.
He called me his best friend,
but I forgot, breaking heart is a trend.
Eyes are barren,asking for a tip,
you ignored me,from every sip.
This pain is too much bare,
This pain is too much! It’s not fare.
You mistook me! I understand,
but ignorance! It’s like wet sand.
Me!now! With a war with myself,
And know you’ll live in yourself.
you deleted my feelings,
But sweetheart;
heart is not in position of healing.
Don’t worry; I’ll not bother you again,
And these tears will flow off with the upcoming rain……
(shraddha)
Wow so sweet
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Thnkss
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This so interesting; heart-aching and realistic, too!! π
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Thankuh so much
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You are very welcome!! π
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My plsr
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Too Realistic…
So perfectly penned down the feelings ππβ
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Thnkuhh so muchh for appreciation
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Welcome π
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You are a good poet
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Thankuh mathewππ
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Welcome.you are from India
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Yaa!
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I am from kerala
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Beautiful
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Thnkuhh
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Nice one
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