Love Poems
Too tired self follow your trail
Its always follow your ego at the chest
There is no way any definite purpose
For a true form
Maybe should I Finish up here
With you climbing today
I'm no longer able to
If you have played this charade
Too tired self follow your trail
Its always follow your ego at the chest
There is no way any definite purpose
For a true form
Maybe should I Finish up here
With you climbing today
I'm no longer able to
If you have played this charade
