29 Nov 2007
I hold his hand, sometimes, and I find myself hoping that he would read my mind. But I take into account that this bitch of a reality is too unkind. This strong force of invisible love that surrounds us is so convincing, but no one really cares if two hearts are mincing. A blow to my head might cause my brains to spill but if you hold me close I don’t think it will. We can do it on the couch or we can do it on the table but be careful, my love, I’m emotionally unstable.zaza at 6:07 pm
6comments
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at November 29, 2007
said... sofa
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at November 29, 2007
said...
i mean couch...same thing.
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at November 29, 2007
zaza said... :s who are you, afifi?
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at November 30, 2007
WritingsForLife said...
now where have you learnt to write so articulately. I just love your pieces!
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at November 30, 2007
said...
You really ARE sick!!!11!
lol
-Kamran-
at November 30, 2007
zaza said...
raaji thanks :)
kamra you dimwit, its poetry. its obvious that ur a typical pakistan who doesnt understand poetry. loser