He is deadA Poem by Sathish SashPain of a weak heart
He Followed her
In the nook and corner of places She was the purest thing That ever happen to him Waited for hours To see her for seconds He was very much in love with her Newton was right!! She hated him The exact opposite way That he loved her And now, Newton is no more, He too either © 2017 Sathish Sash |
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