Move On
When you fear for loosing me,
I really don't care.
I rewind to my past
and I'm still standing there.
When you say if I go
surely you will die.
It seems to be baseless
And I really don,t cry.
I really don't care about,
I really don't know how.
Believe me,
Love and lust are in the same order now
Copyright © Aarya Roy | Year Posted 2012
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