In the midnight of your mind, I only ever miss you, because I know love you

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You make me miss you,
before the tears fall down my eyes,
where inside I am consumed with my
thoughts that cannot run away,
but that catch me like the midnight,
of fallen roses.

In the midnight, the moon whispers to the roses जहाँ कहानियाँ रहती हैं। अभी खोजें