Bharathh Pothuraju
Romance
Deep depths of despair
Burnt through the
Roads of my heart.
Why the glee
Wait for the autumn
Turn a disdained eye
Yet, I breathe in
Dark solace for
The shower of you.
Juggle
Cold
Groove
Dark
Despair
On The Wall
You
You.
Her
Eternal
For I crave every inch of you. For I crave every inch of you.
See, the void getting bigger which you tried so hard to fill. See, the void getting bigger which you tried so hard to fill.
Under those shining stars, And that very dark night... Under those shining stars, And that very dark night...
A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone.... A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone....
Under the open sky as we both lie, Under the open sky as we both lie,
My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get solace... My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get ...
Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine.. Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine..
Vowing solemnly in the name of eternity always and forever. Vowing solemnly in the name of eternity always and forever.
In our fights, Found a strange beginning... In our fights, Found a strange beginning...
Like the lone spotted dove sheltering behind the lampshade. Like the lone spotted dove sheltering behind the lampshade.
The heaven lock, Between thee and me... The heaven lock, Between thee and me...
Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could. Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could.
The din of the party so vibrantly loud, The din of the party so vibrantly loud,
I met my life partner, my life was not the same again. I met my life partner, my life was not the same again.
Let's walk together for a while. Let's walk together for a while.
If wishing for a second chance is a thing, then it will be mine. If wishing for a second chance is a thing, then it will be mine.
Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night... Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night...
The lock, this cruel reality. The lock, this cruel reality.
Some days I feel as if I am his broken piece of earth. Some days I feel as if I am his broken piece of earth.
As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch
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