Friday, May 15, 2009

Couplets

There is something like a coal
Burns deeply inside my soul
There is no flame there is no flame
Just pains silently call my name

Getting wounded by you seems to be my fate
But it is the last thing I gonna hate
All will pass including this trip in a sad mud
Your smiles are worth every single drop of my blood

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