Sometimes In the deep feelings The stuck Holds your hand tight And blows you a kiss. Believe me It’s not how one likes to be kissed, But at times it’s all we have And when we awake We realize it was not a dream We were most alive.
Sometimes In the deep feelings The stuck Holds your hand tight And blows you a kiss. Believe me It’s not how one likes to be kissed, But at times it’s all we have And when we awake We realize it was not a dream We were most alive.