He was like a bottle of Old Monk.
The very taste of him on my lips still lingers,
For infinite time and space.
The traces of the fingers on already desperate skin,
And the heated ambience.
The very taste of him on my lips still lingers,
For infinite time and space.
The traces of the fingers on already desperate skin,
And the heated ambience.
Like star-crossed lovers, we stare, we share, we laugh, we love.
A distance can be closed but is that what the creator desires?
Or is he busy watching the play(read Game) for we the well-rehearsed actors are still to be tested??
Or is he busy watching the play(read Game) for we the well-rehearsed actors are still to be tested??
Forever is a deep term, not for all, definitely not for Us.
Yet, we are struggling, fighting;
Each day and everyday,
For some tales whether happy or interrupted, deserve endings that can steal not just your heart but breaths away.
Yet, we are struggling, fighting;
Each day and everyday,
For some tales whether happy or interrupted, deserve endings that can steal not just your heart but breaths away.
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