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POV : I'm Bored



My heart has become
like a forest after a storm has passed
quiet, broken, and forever changed.
If you were to place your hand
upon my heart,
it would tell you everything
that words never could.
My heart aches...
it aches to see you once again.
Just thinking of you
brings a gentle peace,
for your face
is all that lives within my heart.


 


My heart has become
like a forest after a storm has passed
quiet, broken, and forever changed.
If you were to place your hand
upon my heart,
it would tell you everything
that words never could.
My heart aches...
it aches to see you once again.
Just thinking of you
brings a gentle peace,
for your face
is all that lives within my heart.


 

He's the one
who knows how to fulfill
every dream I thought would remain unfinished.
Even if he journeys
beyond every known horizon,
he always returns with a smile.
He's the one
who never judges a single flaw,
never keeps count of fate or past deeds.
Until the day I whisper,
"This is more than enough,"
he keeps finding new ways
to make me happy
 

He's the one
who knows how to fulfill
every dream I thought would remain unfinished.
Even if he journeys
beyond every known horizon,
he always returns with a smile.
He's the one
who never judges a single flaw,
never keeps count of fate or past deeds.
Until the day I whisper,
"This is more than enough,"
he keeps finding new ways
to make me happy

Antha neethaanaa include pannirukalaam :giggle:
 


The moon rises
the moment I think of it.
Yet it has no voice
to call me by name.
And if it could rise
only when I called for it,
it would no longer
be worthy of being called the moon.
The moon simply rises
when it is remembered
silent,
without ever calling out.

 


The moon rises
the moment I think of it.
Yet it has no voice
to call me by name.
And if it could rise
only when I called for it,
it would no longer
be worthy of being called the moon.
The moon simply rises
when it is remembered
silent,
without ever calling out.

Intha movie la Rendu Hero, Rendu Heroine :happy1:
 
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