Friday, February 6, 2009

It made me worse

Brought up on hills
Lived around trees
All over the life
Till dreams flew me
To your place

I had those eyes
Innocent toys
Shy to stare
Beauty of bold bees

I followed heart
That followed you
A symbol of love
My bible of joy

You took me
To moon and stars
Night like pears
Days were like flowers

You showed me hope
The life and the love
Feelings unbound
And dreams beyond

Then one day
You took them away
Scratched my heart
Tore it apart

I lost trust in you
In love in fate
In whole and
In everything great

I live like
I have a curse
I was better before
Your love made me worse

Yes, it made me worse.

Sandip

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