you break my heart , make me cry
it give me pain because it broken.
First time when it met with you
you give me joy and happiness
Then slowly it fall in love with you.
It disturbed me, bored me , angry me
It is burning , burning, burning
I don't know when it will repair
and make me happy and satisfied .
Although I console her like a mother
But it cry like a chiy , long for its another part to make it repair.



© priya