Friday, July 14, 2006
Rain on me.
My heart wants a bit of love. It has been hot and dry. Please give me rain. The feeling of the raindrops on my face touches me deep inside. It has been long since I have been so deeply touched.
I die within myself trying to believe that you love me. Perhaps the time when you would touch me, my veins would not have a pulse. Don’t go away then. Just put a white rose beside me. Sit with me for sometime. Then leave.
I promise I will not ask for anything more.
Not even love.
I die within myself trying to believe that you love me. Perhaps the time when you would touch me, my veins would not have a pulse. Don’t go away then. Just put a white rose beside me. Sit with me for sometime. Then leave.
I promise I will not ask for anything more.
Not even love.
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