My broken heart and your disheartened head Where you forced me to sleep on this death bed Waiting for uh though you burned me to ashes I didn't close come close my wide open eyelashes Aakib_Amin
How and how much will I compose his diary Woe So schmaltzy where the tide of severe melancholy Struck at his every end with his eyes blind fold And Being in the blue as in the winters morning cold Remembering his every scene of twenty eighteen and nineteen Over the moon a king with his chirpy queen caught by the evils eye،parting of their ways A fools game which their unexpected fate unexpectedly plays
Those childhood days and that wacky pastime Still I remember how they used to rhyme When getting a penny was like getting diamonds and gold Pinching neighbours shoes and for icecream it was sold Remembering the scene of changing time and setting alarm That thirty rupee watch was a full sprit of charm When getting a uniform was like getting Jack n Jones whole day we were playing with muddy mobile phones Those were the days fully loaded with life and joy Innocent face delinquent acts and still somewhere coy How could I ever forget those nostalgic days When I was a flower and they were my sun rays
Whenever I m sick,tired with no energy inside It feels like the ache is turning the pages of my heart and when it comes to the page where u exist.It stops!
(VanDaLizEd HeaRt) And we both soaked into this burning desire called love We thought life would b perpetual spring and eternal dove Lost in this fiendish world we lost our souls too Wandering in skies we never thought the sea will ever boo