Tiny may it be, but no means miserable. There are souls who'll feel your sorrow, for you are the world

Thursday 21 July 2011

We were ..once

We were once best friend , now our friendship are all fragmented .

We were once talk from heart to heart , now we are hiding everything .

We were once all talking together , now only few of us .

We were once brothers , now we are enemy .

We were once great enemy , now we are allies .

We were once lover , now we are stranger .

We were once love to each other, now what left is hatred and jealousy ;


Jealousy grows from love , and it will slain the host - love ...



By _ Vanx



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