How stupid am I!

by Manoj Barman
I nailed when she tries
Even I beer all her lies
I never complain
Nor she shies
She loved to win, I know
As she felt herself wise
She called it her true love
But yet couldn't read my eyes
She left me and made me cry
Yet I still love her
how stupid am I!

How funny game it was
How silly I was
How I glad when she smile
And why end up everything
just in a while
How she had been excited
When for her something I buy
In her smile
I was even willing to die
Why first love stand so high
And how it touched the sky
Why she hurt me and made me cry
Why I still love her
how stupid am I!









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nupur27

nupur27

July 26, 2015 - 10:19 Beautiful!!!
Manoj Barman

Manoj Barman

July 26, 2015 - 10:31 Thank you..
Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

July 26, 2015 - 10:46 aww really touching
Mahoobee

Mahoobee

July 27, 2015 - 09:51 Nicely written :D
Manoj Barman

Manoj Barman

July 27, 2015 - 14:30 thanx...:)
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Mahoobee

July 27, 2015 - 19:08 Thx a lot for the upvote on tell him :D
Manoj Barman

Manoj Barman

July 27, 2015 - 19:32 pleasure
MilaChaNn

MilaChaNn

July 31, 2015 - 18:38 Awwwwwwie cuteeeee ❤
Manoj Barman

Manoj Barman

August 14, 2015 - 13:16 :)
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chizoba

August 17, 2015 - 11:39 love it
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Manoj Barman

August 17, 2015 - 13:59 thnx....

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