wordsA Poem by FREE_BIRDi feel talking and silence both have meaning.WORDS He talks to me the whole night, holding hands and
asking. He talks to me and likes to look in my eyes. He said that I am for him, let him allow for me. He again asks, how I feel with him. Asking questions like that… Means something disturbing him. He is not sure about my love, as he asks. He is not what I want, as he asks. He fined me lost, as he asks. How can I be his world, as he asks? Asking questions like that…. Mean something disturbing him. He is in my mind He
is in my soul He
is not apart from me But
a part of me How can I make him realize, if he is far. Then I am nothing. He nears, I feel the world. If he far away, I feel the strangers around me. Why I feel strangers without him, he nears, I feel
my body alive in the crowd. What
he minds a lot, I feel strangers not him. He is the best I blessed with the chest. Inside which the world of oneself. © 2015 FREE_BIRDAuthor's Note
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AuthorFREE_BIRDkarachi, sindh, PakistanAboutmy name is kaneez,and by gender a female.i m not a writter a a inspire by many writter almost on every topic.as being a human i have gifted by the brain,which never used by my own self but by other be.. more..Writing
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