The more you point out my mistakes, The more you are drawn towards me. The more you try to hurt me, The more you bleed in your heart. The more you run away from me, The more my memories haunt you. The more you want to forget me, The more you are reminded of my presence. The more you want to chase me away, The closer I come to you. The more you hate me, The more you end up loving me. The more you call me an “illusion” The more I dawn as the reality of your life….
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precise..!!
:)
I feel blinded right now.. :P
Luv,
Nikhil
u hit the nail rite on its head dear :-)
do write acrostics and poems once in a way too... not only isms :D
good going ya...... :)
take care and keep writing...........
thanks!!!!
hope you get to read a poem soon on this blog....
nay...there are absolutely no exceptions to this :)the converse is not true...
i know :)
:P