LOVE HURTS

by Manoj Barman

How do I proof you
My heart is still walking behind you
How would you persuade my love
My love is still earnest to you
You're the beginning, you're the ending
You're everything if I can pursue
How do I proof you
My heart is still walking behind you

My soul has chosen your path
That I know I never explain
And you never understood my love
Was it just a game to you, once you did tell
If it was such
I swear, you performed it well
Where I can step without of you
My love is still earnest to you
How do I proof you
My heart is still walking behind of you

I don't need your company anymore
I have learnt you been no more
There is my mind who, still ran behind of you
There some tears that still rolling down for you
And, one heart who still waiting for you
About one love, I have learnt something
Over one love, I have lost everything
Once I wanted to be your shadow
Behind, I have lost my lighting
I know I must move up without of you
I wish I could tell
My love is still earnest to you
How do I proof you
My heart is still walking behind of you





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rekhanshiraghava

rekhanshiraghava

July 27, 2015 - 14:59 Beautiful....
Mahoobee

Mahoobee

July 27, 2015 - 17:03 Sad and beautiful. :D
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Manoj Barman

July 27, 2015 - 19:05 thanx a lot guys...

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