Hey Diabolic......
Dont take the trouble of calling me a friend
The God of passion will be angry with you-
Dont ask me to be formal for friendship's sake
The God of emotion with be angry with you-
Dont ask me to be crowded in deserted solitude
The God of tolerence will be angry with you-
I needed some space to nestle my vernacular feelings, that are rendered homeless...and you offered it by your own
I too was happy with the embryonic attachment, Now dont ask me for the rent, The god of mercy will be angry with you-
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Are you feeling sorry for me or afraid of the Saviour?
I assure, Though my heart is broken, the pieces are few :-)
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