Treasure Island

Christopher Basumatary

(19/08/1994 / Kokrajhar)

Bitter Sweet Memories


Loved a Girl who loved a boy,

Still loved her & Fought with the Boy.

Got Her number

Msgd her but neva could Call!

Going Drunk gave her a Call;

Became frenz so Close.

Gav her My heart hoping She would care,

Bt instead she Lied! !


But theres Someone betr for me now,

Who cares and Who Loves me.



We're Now say aloud

the things we've declared in our silence.

The new coats of paint will not reaquaint

broken hearts to broken homes.

Sentimental tear of a Lover Boy;

inducing with a Happy End to his Bitter Starts..! !

Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2012

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