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Its
not Love..
By
Qasim Mehmood |
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She
smiles at me with misty eyes
all around me in heavy
breathings..
Her shiny scarless
beautiful body
and lovely amazing
blue eyes.....
Slow music..enchanting
rythm..song
so perfect why it
feels so wrong.....
Love less maybe ...but
still kisses
as if the very first
time............
time passing...minutes
walking....
as if a cab and meter
running...
I sold everything to
get rid of pain..
pain is cure but cure
is pain......
small moment of
time..minutes
I am beloved for a
rented soul..
passion is there
dancing on floor
pain in her behind her
eyes...
I went there to sell
my soul....
she was there to give
;love
impure ...painful
...insane....
our "love"
keeps us alive..... |
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