If love is crying like same old days
We used to do in the romantic ways
All your smiles, my pain was divine
Roses are dip in your eye color wine
Nature is trying to impress you
In the memories of old school’s few
My heart is motionless and pulses wild
So heal my love
Please heal my love
When your head on my shoulder and arms in arms
Now all this nonsense gives you harm
I used to sit at my class on very last chair
From where I’ve tried to pull your long hair
I remember well your homework book
Style of making alphabets with a different look
Now to think about this……….
My heart is motionless and pulses wild
So heal my love
Please heal my love
ASHISH 28 Aug 2011 11:51 pm
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