lone and broken soul I met, Her poetry breath-takingly deep, lone and broken soul I met, Her poetry breath-takingly deep,

Still waters run deep Still waters run deep

When I am near to you. I hear you speak my name softly. When I am near to you. I hear you speak my name softly.

Finally, the weekend came, she was still lying in her bed; Finally, the weekend came, she was still lying in her bed;

This is a dark poem for all those who hide; who don't trust others because they believe they are ugl... This is a dark poem for all those who hide; who don't trust others because they ...

Whenever sadness makes a call, We ponder, is darkness meant for all? Whenever sadness makes a call, We ponder, is darkness meant for all?