To whom i talk, I don't love
To whom i love, I don't talk
To the lover I only see
don't know how to start a spree.
Waiting to be started and never end,
Waiting to be ignited to an extent.
This is how my words lie in my heart's den.................
To whom i love, I don't talk
To the lover I only see
don't know how to start a spree.
Waiting to be started and never end,
Waiting to be ignited to an extent.
This is how my words lie in my heart's den.................
Great!! You have got a superb poetic streak... keep it up
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