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
Monday, October 26, 2015
Helpless
Do I
have to bow before her Or she has to kneel to me In love I confessed my truth And she says she's helpless
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