I was always here
In the darkest hour of the day;
You will find me right away
I may not be thier when sun was not so bright;
But i was here thinking about you day & night
I don't know may be even half of the things that goes through your puzzled mind;
That little innocent boy i was fond of, i yearn to see that child.
Words are jumbled smiles are twisted;
Maturity has taken its toll on my love
Indeed L...
Saturday 1st December 2018 10:33 am
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