Treasure Island

Musfiq us shaleheen

(31st, December,1970 / Khulna, Bangladesh)

I Lost The Way


I lost the way
to say,
I love you
still move myself with you
to move you around me
I moved to shore
see you in my core
love is an endless loop
fall who once fall in love
so many think I thought
so many songs I snag
all bend me to you
and towards you, my love
but I lost the way
to say,
I love you -

- Shaleheen,23rd June,2014

Submitted: Sunday, June 22, 2014
Edited: Monday, June 23, 2014

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I lost the way
to say,
I love you

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  • Valsa George (7/13/2014 2:16:00 AM)

    Though your heart is filled with love to the brim to the point of overflowing, you couldn't utter it.... How sad! Enjoyed the passionate musings of a lover! (Report) Reply

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