Thursday, 29 May 2014

Dancing without shapes; a never ending race

Tell me if i ask, if she was there- my patience,
that she held me as i was.

My "self" true and it cared too,
Have i cared to be enough?
Am i living without a clue!

Dont look back, i try, when there she lies- My happiness

Tell me, was i able to stick or sticked to be watched?

Oh tell me now...
Is that too much to ask?

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