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Chasing Shadows

 And those eyes of yours, 

Am I allowed to drown in them?

Will you shed me in tears? 

Or will you keep me lock and safe? 

Will you open or close them?

Or will you just chase my dreams?

Will I be drown in the depth of your sadness?

Will you catch me with all your happiness?

Will you make me cry?

Or will you sit beside me until my tears dry?

Am I just chasing shadows?

Or will you be with me in all highs and lows?

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  1. AnonymousMay 24, 2025 at 7:40 PM

    Tery bagair mera ap. Bh mjhse khafa ha

    ReplyDelete
  2. Huma AdnanMay 25, 2025 at 2:23 AM

    Is it pain? Is it promise?
    Whatever it is, it's achingly beautiful.

    ReplyDelete

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