When we converse, it's just surface stuff;
We say some words, but is it enough?
We get along; we rarely fight,
But where is the spark, the joy, the delight?
We're settled into the same routine;
Sometimes I'd like to flee this scene.
Everything's easy; we don't have it rough,
But sometimes I wonder: Is it enough?
My best friend is a book
that doesn't give me a weird look.
It is like a golden d
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
I once knew a man who lived in a jar.
For a stranger sight you'd have to go far.
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
coffee is
all well
and good
कोई मैं में उलझा है तो कोई तू उलझा है
I told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
