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Wednesday, October 2, 2013

It’s You

























If you ever ask me who’s that somebody;
who keeps me awake in the darkest hours,
I have gotta tell you and make you believe;
it’s you who keeps me wishing on the stars.

If you ask me who’s that somebody;
who makes me dream all day long?
I will whisper into your ears;
it’s you who makes me go on and on.

Guess you don’t even have a clue;
I claim that I’ve lost half of my heart,
and guess am gonna lose rest of it;
gotta tell you my story from the start.

If you ask me who’s that somebody;
Whose absence kills me?
I may take your name and tell;
it’s you with whom I wanna be.

It you ask me who’s that somebody;
for whom I can cry from all my heart,
guess you know it, moreover feel it;
it’s you who tears me apart.

But you don’t even have a clue;
I claim that I’ve lost half of my heart,
and guess am gonna lose rest of it;
gotta tell you my story from the start.

~Shreya ♥

P.S. My creation, please do not copy | Copyright © Protected | Image: Google

P.P.S. Work Of Fiction!!

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