Cold...

Friday, November 27, 2009

Despairs rephrase reluctantly i shoved,
those unkind the unsure the untold,
Conversion to disputes where liaison lays,
Cold and buried
six feet underneath it all.

Enchanting flows of lies and deceits
Converge reality to time,
where would i stand before you,
How would i wake inside you...
for i m already buried
six feet under your cold biasness




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