If I Could Tell You
Posted on
16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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When I see you in the morning
it brightens up my day
there are so many thoughts on my mind
so many words I want to say
I want to tell you how I feel
but the words I can not find
they're all mixed up with my thoughts
that are running through my mind
I've been keeping it locked up
because I know there's not a chance
you never look my way
you don't even take a glance
You don't even know you're doing this
toying with my heart
I wish I could just tell you
but I don't know where to start
Should I tell you how much you mean to me
or how bad I want to be with you
if I were to say these things
how would you react, what would you do
Would you never talk to me again
would you never look my way
that would just bring me back
to where I am today
Then I'd start all over
and choose a different route
to make you understand
my feelings that want out
I don't know what to do
or even how to say
maybe I should lock it up
and keep myself away
My heart would ache even more
but maybe for the good
I just really want to tell you
only if I could.
-Krystal
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WO YAAD ATE HAI DIL MEIN
Woh yaad aaye bhulate bhulate,
dil ke zakham ubhar aaye chhupate chhupate,
sikhay
SAANSE JISME TERE ISHQ KI
Ho toh gayi thi who sabhi baatein jo kehni thi
par shayad koi ek baat reh gayi adhuri hai
Intjar Karna Padta Hain
Ab humein neend nahi aati,
Bas ek dastoor hai jo nibhana padta hai,
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How And When
We are often greatly bothered
By two fussy little men,
Who sometimes block our pa
Every Day My Love For You Grows
Every day that passes us by
all I could think of is this one guy.
I never thought
Im No Different From You
People just look at me
Look enough to stare
not noticing the inside of me
They just look at
Embassy...
I don’t know enough about anything
to be anybody but a stranger.
Isn’
Tujhse Milne Ko Bhi Hum Machal jatey hain
तुझसे मिलने को कभी हम जो मचल जात
How Much I Love You
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
Life Is Brevity
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an