Written for you, my love

I want to lay with you in the sand,
Where there are empty acres of land
The moon and stars shining in the sky,
Making our life seem grand.

I want to bathe with u in the sea,
And fly like a bird that’s boundlessly free
Unlock the fearful locks of life
Love being its only key.

I want to sense the pangs of pain
Of living in this world insane
Only to realize that happiness means you
While walking down the nostalgic lane.

Happiness,
Kally

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Unknown said…
such a nice ---------- thoughts

me prey to god complets ur all the wish
November 13, 2007 at 3:41 AM
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