All my efforts have gone in vain
Deserting me like dry sand
But my emotions appeared again
Coz’ my heart is not in my hand
I let you win each time
Since I’m strong outside
But what you will never see
The tear I shed when taken for a ride
With blurring vision I sit
Waiting for the ground to swallow
It’s easy for you to forget
When you see my space hollow
You came, you won & conquered
But I’m already dead and gone
You flare the trumpet as a special one
Leaving me wonder where I went wrong
Thursday, February 12, 2009
My HeaRt is Not In My HanD...
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