Worse than before .................... Mincing matters shall not reap any more chasing dreams at a distant horizon shall not yield shall not procure i am sure silent vows shall die a slow death consequences not withstanding hours of toiling years of pining shall have its forbearing enactment of the role.. of measuring soul shall earn curse mulish temper bereft of parole melody of the song that i sang before long shall haunt and rip apart your bright evenings and starry nights giving into cloudburst and holocaust our mellowing years genuine romantic status tampered with malice shall become barren with the onset of caprice and greed ideas long drawn with no roll over plan swirl of fate along with its hate quotient in its truce attempt swears to make matters worse than before with ideals... untidy and unkempt ruling the roost- spurned emotion resulting from your manoeuvres has this much to say.. hefty sum,heavy price..you may have to pay at the edifice sans atonement sans reprieve as i wait with bated breath to see the ordeal my soul shall feast on sight of your languishing in cell with no sign of escape no sign of heal.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 07:16:25 +0000
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