Lies, weren't promised , But said
Promises, weren't uttered , But made
Time, was to fly , But it paused
And I regret, to what they caused.....
But deep my soul, It loved you whole
And knew, waxe of my love will one day mould,
the statue of my long lost girl......
With pinch of a salt , and pinch of sugar
The statue will blink with lime, to trigger
Its hair will fly to brighten my day
And its eyes will float, To its heart to stay
But what will I do, when its heart won't beat
Or the feelings won't flow, won't I regret ?
So I want, that night, under hairs so short
As in eyes of her, I want to lose, i want to drown
Though I be a pray to her heart & brain
Can't she be real, even in my Dreams again ?
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