I'm not looking for another, As I wander in my time, Walk me to the corner, Our steps will always rhyme
White Noise
Words sometimes,
Have a strange habit
Of getting lost,
In the labyrinth
Of our life together.
You are the one
they are meant for;
You are the one
they can't reach to.
Words sometimes,
Have a strange habit
Of getting lost,
In the labyrinth
Of our life together.
You are the one
they are meant for;
You are the one
they can't reach to.
Labels: Ruminations
posted by P at 2:30 PM
3 Comments:
shudhui kobita likhbi ?
Beautiful, starts with the words of Cohen. Simple irony, in such sweetness. :)
Ah, a Leonard Cohen fan :-)
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