Un Siripinil
he bountiness i saw in you the first time, not thawed one bit till now,
even when i wake up, to see you as a dream, is now a habit of mine
and when you come close, the beat of the heart stops
and to say that, that's happening today for the first time, is acting a lil full of mischief
in your smile in your smile
half of my heart is gone
rest of the half searing off in the electric glance of your eye lashes
Commented Mar 28, 2009