Treasure Island

Saurabh Som

(16/11/1987 / Kolkata)

There you said it (Final note)


There you said it, final blow
'Six months more....
And then it's all gone '

You said u can't see me getting hurt
But tell me something... cross you heart

Do you think I'll live once more?
Even after you leave me dead?
I'm just afraid to walk out of your
Heart, and into final death bed...

I can't describe the pain soo deep
I myself dont know where it ends
And there you said it, final blow
'After six months...it all ends...'

Submitted: Friday, April 04, 2008
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  • Deepti Agarwal (4/7/2008 2:45:00 AM)

    nothing is gone..nothing goes..its all here...the only thing is we must accept things as n when they come.. (Report) Reply

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