My silence threatens me now,
It’s the words they want…
That paper is blotted,
It’s the ink, they rant.
Tomorrow never rose,
Bygone is still present.
The church bells now honk,
The priest still confesses…
Those corner seats love..
Their tickets are still lucid.
No More the clock ticks,
Nobody does this heart pick!
Who am I to fall in love?
It’s in the hand of my beloved…
I am still a lover…while
He became the one, loved…
Well I totally get the taste in your mouth ri8 now...u need 2 see FRIENDS episodes back 2 back jus lyk i m doing or...get a BF :)))
ReplyDeleteim glad atleast u got it right.. hahhahaha
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