I am a nomad who wish not to be a nomad. I loiter around my own solitude with eyes wide open towards a guest unexpected. I love with passion and feel the pain with total devotion. My heart is not too far away from a quick smile and a silent tear. I live life like as if... I lost sense of time
Do not
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Beg You Mach
I promise… I will try not to win you back… Though I know not what my heart lacks… I beg you still on my knees… tears in my eyes... To hate me not…when I say I love you…
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