Tears fall down and they lost there way
Words get lighter than the meanings,
Seeds of sorrow are bigger,
and picture talks out of the frame.
Expectation kills! u can't name it.
Of thousand stories, someone's hope some one's glories.
Unhealed marks, wounded hearts.
Eventually, becomes you life's beautiful part.
Thoughts behind are drawn before eyes,
its a art of magic and it never lies.
its a gift of a life time, a promise, a care.
INK of emotion we all love to share.
May be a infinite love for someone,
May be a memorable day from the past.
will always give you courage to stand strong till last.
and then with a sweet sip of pain,
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Hearts often rest in a local subway.
Where life is just another game.Seeds of sorrow are bigger,
and picture talks out of the frame.
Expectation kills! u can't name it.
Of thousand stories, someone's hope some one's glories.
Unhealed marks, wounded hearts.
Eventually, becomes you life's beautiful part.
Thoughts behind are drawn before eyes,
its a art of magic and it never lies.
its a gift of a life time, a promise, a care.
INK of emotion we all love to share.
May be a infinite love for someone,
May be a memorable day from the past.
will always give you courage to stand strong till last.
and then with a sweet sip of pain,
LOVE FOR A TATTOO STARTS.
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