Sunday, June 1, 2014

gardens

my heart is like a garden,
it flowers alot of emotion
blooming a dream forbidden
only to accept a life based on conditions

find me, so we could laugh and play
under blue skies and day
find me, but this time please stay
looking at the stars, on a sheet we lay

my heart is like a garden
rooting for a stem of desires
caressing a soul once forgotten
planting a flame of fires

meet me at the brink of dawn
where banglorean roses grow in a lawn
meet me,when your love is born
to fill me up, a ghost forlorn

for my heart is a garden
it grows alot of fear and hope
that in time, when the branches harden
you would see we had scope


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