An emptiness inside
A restless restlessness
That starts from the base of my stomach
And moves up to my heart
Like fluttering butterflies
But not quite as pretty
More like shadows in a sonography
Moving constantly, indistinct
Is it just the weather?
A restless restlessness
That starts from the base of my stomach
And moves up to my heart
Like fluttering butterflies
But not quite as pretty
More like shadows in a sonography
Moving constantly, indistinct
Is it just the weather?
6 Comments:
waah. sirf aap hi likh sakhthi ho itni khoobsoorati seh
beautiful. You've always been honest with words on this page. They are 'true' more than anything else. That alone makes them complete, and invigirating.
You should be the interest of every man walking alive
when do you get online on yahoo, extremelygrey
wake up!! its morning sunshine
dude, what's with all the melancholy, eh?
beautiful cause it simple, simple cause it truthful... its simply truthfuly beautiful... loved it
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