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A Trouble was born
His chocolate eyes caged me in
I was a prisoner and love was my sin
It was known, but not so long
that trouble was born.
it bred in the crib of my heart,
the day he held me;
us running under the downpour
so hard.
Warmth in bleak mist
an urge to feel it again was my sin.
It was known, but not so long
that trouble was born.
A Gardner he maybe
was an arc so fresh
He picked me up and kissed me
at the alter
and said,
"It was known, but not so long
that trouble was born."
© Devanshi Dadwal
I was a prisoner and love was my sin
It was known, but not so long
that trouble was born.
it bred in the crib of my heart,
the day he held me;
us running under the downpour
so hard.
Warmth in bleak mist
an urge to feel it again was my sin.
It was known, but not so long
that trouble was born.
A Gardner he maybe
was an arc so fresh
He picked me up and kissed me
at the alter
and said,
"It was known, but not so long
that trouble was born."
© Devanshi Dadwal
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