Tuesday, November 22, 2005

cold afternoon

breathe baby
i'm this close to losing you
exhale
let yourself be a part of me
closer
trailing my fingers down the side of your arms
mouths collide
i'm open
you can destroy the last thread in me
breathe babe
crush me, i'm not the fighter today
losing you is killing me
breathe girl
all i have is this afternoon
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8 comments:

  1. BLUR22 November, 2005

    that put a very little smile on my gloomy facethank you for that

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  2. Sameer22 November, 2005

    who are you after? make that 'what' -- a metaphor?

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  3. aparna24 November, 2005

    hey! you have put the comments on! thats nice :-)

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  4. aparna24 November, 2005

    okay, i commented earlier in the day, but it never appeared! :-(

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  5. Reshma Sanyal25 November, 2005

    Wow, nice.And comments are back!

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  6. Diya03 December, 2005

    You okay Arjun? No one can write like that unless they felt it in their bones...and if that was just randomly penned down; i'm impressed. As always.

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  7. sophie21 December, 2005

    tat was well writtenr u gloomy...??

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  8. Anand09 February, 2006

    WHAT DID THAT MEAN....KINDLY EXPLAIN!!!

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