Saturday, January 9, 2010

Love is all about blue smoke, mirrors and magic

I love how you are faithful to me. Smile for me now, as long as you are satisfied, everything is fine with me. Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing. I hope ours never dies.

It's been months since I've been in the mood to go out and socialize, and I am worried. Could this be a permanent thing for me? Nah. This, too, shall pass --

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  2. i am changing with time as well, and that too very quickly i fear i might lose my soul in this transaction...

    i loved the song yet again

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  3. @Ubaid We all change, at some point in our lives.
    Our music taste is very similar =p peace!

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  4. S3aya and Ali, thanks for your comments. Keep commenting, I love comments!

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  5. interesting :) short, but so touching. :)

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