Desperate....are you?

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First they want you to fly…then they cut your wings
First they want you to sing…then they trouble your strings…
First they want you to dream…then give you sleepless nights…
First they show you colours…then turn it black & whites…

One moment they set you lose…the other they tie you firm…
Now they hold you close…only next to ask you run…

You give them the control……The power to change you and change you again…
…Are you so eager to love…and bear this pain?

Comments

Nishi said…
sweet and salty :)
sweet is the way u hv written and salty is love:)
September 6, 2012 at 1:27 AM
Soumi said…
Matters of heart....intricate to comprehend...yet you have stated comprehensibly :)
September 10, 2012 at 5:02 AM
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