Steal me from me, You had the chance
My innocent heart knew no imperfections

Cried out rivers in the rain of sorrows
My bright eyes had dreams of perceptions

Gazing at my little world of endless dreams
Perpetual in the art of love by all perfections

Treasures as promises, prone to fortunes
Spinning emotions scattered in fractions

Your ruthlessness could not settle at all
The war of the words ruined my aspirations


Written by Rana M
© 2005-2018 Rana M  All Rights Reserved


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