Threats rush through, I call them turbulent waters
In the event of departure mockery smoked
Wait till the everyday cricket night
Phone became your instrument of suppression
Wonder how love could turn sour
The sound of ringtones become brutal
Beckon respect and replay the act
Would seconds turn into hour.mundiah
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Recurring
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment