The cup full of deceit, Its like a snail paced death, That makes you embrace your own defeat, Oh! no more do I want to remember, That shallow honesty in your eyes, Leaving love all bruised, Its flame that silently dies, You wanna know the pain, Then rip open my heart, You'll get to know the intensity, With which I played my part. |
Monday, July 16, 2012
The cup of deceit
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