"Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter" |
I always thought I knew what I wanted & that...
But when you got fed up it's something deep inside...
"You don't know because you've never been...
Right about the time my heart turned black from...
This is the end,
of you and me...
"Dance dance, to the pretty tune my love,
I'm used to hearing these words"...
In the narrow, dark, passage,
Amidst the dismal corridors...
More than an average high school fling,
more than just a crush...
What's the point in living,
when living here is hell...
If I could just go...
to three months back...
It feels like forever,
since I've written down words...
Everything I do,
at everytime of the day...
The more I see, The less I know, the more I'd like to let it go. |
I feel whole with you, |
It's done it's gone, |