There is a heart beneath layers of skin. There is a heart behind his habits, his behavior. A heart maybe not of gold, but silver so pure and so very soft. This heart that keeps him alive, keeps her alive too. It's the same heart that beat when he wrote her fifty songs for their fifty days. And he lives for her almond-scented skin. He lives for her sound.
He's seen the world and the world's seen him.
I write this because I know he will never read it. He's far away.
In my eyes he's forever blue.
The Urge to Live a Bit
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Does it matter what it is? As long as it brings me happiness, peace and
joy? A smile to my lips and a bounce to my step? Should I ponder at
everything it c...
5 comments:
Which one is this about? :D
HAHAHA. You don't get to ask that.
You don't owe him anything. You broke his, he broke yours. All square. You don't owe him anything, he doesn't owe you anything. So,yes, he 'doesn't' get to ask that.
HAHAHA. No. Aap rehnay do.
Lol, i'm not getting it too. Rather its all some personal stuff i guess. :P
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