Promise
Palak Verma
Oh, will you be friends with me? A certain stranger, comprehends to me... That's how it happens, isn't it? A promise kept for the sake of it. Oh, I think I'm beginning to love you... What do I suppose, can it be true? That's how it goes, and in confusion, I trust, I forgive, I believe, it'll be fun. Oh, I like this person, I need to tell you this, "Why me? What happened? What is this!" That's what you said to me, when I fell, The promises you kept, all shattered in hell. And in keeping promises, here we are again, You may think it differently, but it's still the same, "Oh, can we still be friends again?" And this goes on, without any blame...
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Katie
Oh my god, I absolutely love this!!
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Palak Verma
@Katie thanks ❤
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2018-06-08 05:57:51
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