To the Savior who had fallen to me from heaven...
to the angel who had helped me to believe in love...
Because of U this poem is written
For me U r a true friend who...
I hate maself being like this
But I've to do and it's a fact...
Is it a fact at last am free?
or its illusion that will never be...
NOTHING IS CALLED LOVE
This what I always believe of...
Just keep breathing in,in me again and again...wanna be alive till the end of my life... |
I pity all who thought that true love is only in dreamz, they breathe its breeze only while being asleep....it really hurts, but um one of them:(:( |
...My Sorrow is real...My happiness is Fake,i can't bear reality...and um Tired of being fake |