Friday, October 17, 2008

Dry Love


Love which came,
Love which left,
Seems like a love theft,
A dear love have left,

Now its dry,
Much after hearing the stabing goodbye,
I will always be waiting for you to come by,

All I know,
That is a lie.... a dry truth...

Well, look at me an see,
Tell me what do you see,
Happiness in me already fled,
Look at me,
I am dry all in me....

Your love is dry,
Dry just like a dead goodbye,
There is nothing good about goodbye,
Go ahead, leave me to die...bye

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I can't express by my voice,
I only can express by my words I write
and
My actions, which may sometimes hurt badly......