I always wonder When there’s lightning and thunder Are you trying to get to me And explain why my heart is torn asunder? Perhaps, just maybe I can grow up to be that same lady The lady you once were … Continue reading I Always Wonder…
Sand particles under my feet, sun rays burning through my skin, sweat droplets dripping from my forehead, salt stuck to my eyebrows and my lips moisturised by melted ice-cream. I ran and ran until I was out of breath, strands … Continue reading I Ran
Your arms wrapped around me, that’s what I miss
The touch of your lips on my skin, Oh that wonderful kiss! Continue reading Your Arms Wrapped Around Me…
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