Treasure Island

Anup Prakash

(09 march 1999 / Lakhisharai)

21 words in you angel


You give me world of happiness when u smile
and when you fall asleep a while,
you give the world sadness everytime you are devastated,
you give me the world of hope,
everything you tell me its gonna be okay

you give me the world of romance,
everytime you sleep on my chest,
you give me the world of glamour,
everynight we go ta a cinema,
you give me the world of hero,
everytime you need my help,
you give me the world of faith
everytime we desparately need something,

you give me the world of victory,
everytime you watch me fight for you with god.

my ANGLE you got so many world in you.

Submitted: Saturday, April 26, 2014

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