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Monday, May 19, 2014


You, you, you –you can't be everything, damn it. You can't make me want you, play it fair –want me back. This wasn't me, certainly not me. Gawd, how can you possibly make me think about you and have no clue of it. Do you practice magic on how to make people fall, other than gravity? How insane is it to find out, out of the blues –everyone else becomes invisible and you’re all I can see. Other things look like background in a painting –still and secondary. Ever since, I've met you –you’re the one I see, think and dream of –like you’re everything. You've conquered my dreams, actually all of me with no chances of me to win.

Dreaming of you seems to never end;
imaginary romance and the time we spend,
you and I somehow still make sense, my friend;
whatever happened; was a perfect crime,
being together, we lost the track of time;
against my wish it changed, still sublime.

Can’t imagine my existence without you;
started wishing; you could break the clue,
I couldn’t forget till forever is through;
over me; now you can rule,
I surrender, countless times you’ve been cruel;
oh I; how could have been such a fool.

Like you are everything;
no; the happiness you bring,
am so addicted to you that I;
should confess, for no more I could deny.

You’re the voice all over in my head;
could forget you, chose to remember instead,
time again; was the one that misled,
not again, not anymore;
misleading expressions all the time I wore,
now I, have been lost so sore.

I've got this feeling somewhere deep inside;
I die not to express; try hard to hide,
what you could do of the pain that’s pride;
you are the desire deep within,
unsatisfied, as long as the chances grin;
kills me little to know am not gonna win.

Like you are everything;
no; the happiness you bring,
am so addicted to you that I;
should confess, for no more I could deny.

~Shreya ♥

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P.P.S. Work Of Fiction


  1. Great piece, Shreya! My dreams are conquered too.

    1. Oh! Its good to have your dreams conquered, equally bad. :)

  2. This is nothing but mad passionate sincere true love..cherish it :)

    btw u r nominated at my blog for Liebster Award :)

  3. :) thanks

    big thanks for the nomination :)

  4. lines of suspenseful emotions.


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