Just one of your glance made me so restless
Your silence has now made me a living corpse
Your shadow has destroyed the peace of my heart
You have broken it like one smashes a rock
You embraced and then turned a cold shoulder
You have turned a burning fire into ashes
That cold heart has covered my heart with a shroud
Why did he do it? ....the secret remains buried in his heart
GRIPPING PIECE OF WORK, MY DEAR...DARTING LANGUAGE...IMPACTING....YOU NEVER STOP IMPRESSING ME, T.O..... fjr
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The secret lays in his heart, , , , , , , , , , , nice ending to a great write