Saturday, 5 May 2012

The love making

i'd wake up each morning, just to find me all messed up..
my hair,eyes weary and tired, they need more of sleep,and some more you. i dont want you to come and caress my hair or my fingers.. never..
my hair turned bad, coz i have been tossing up in my sleep..
no, you never came in, and i never missed you..


i have got newer faces to smile at, and newer steps to follow..

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