The unsaid words of Maleficient :
Deep as an ocean Strong as a notion Delicate as a flower But hard to uncover Is it just a feeling? Or a point without meaning Adolescent are still in a dilema, With the stage set for the drama It is very much true, And as much false too.. Where the hell is it born? Which we see at every dawn Is it a bond or a relation? Or is it just a statement of fashion To be attracted to one another Without even a reason to gather The mind and heart Always work apart To take an action or avert any reaction Here to soothe But misguided of its route In search of its true form We are waiting for true love to be born. © uniqusatya, All rights reserved
August 26, 2015 at 1:46 pm
Beautifully done..true love is indeed like that,… 🙂
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August 26, 2015 at 2:33 pm
🙂
Thank you Maniparna
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