Bharathh Pothuraju
Romance
The tickle of the ebbs,
That flows infinitely;
Through the picture
Of you, on the wall
Of my heart;
Ignite the rhythm
Of play, for the melody;
To drench in.
Juggle
Cold
Groove
Dark
Despair
On The Wall
You
You.
Her
Eternal
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
For I crave every inch of you. For I crave every inch of you.
I am breathing heavily today, They say, “It’s Valentine’s! I am breathing heavily today, They say, “It’s Valentine’s!
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....
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
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...
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,
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.
I see the sand flee, run, hurry, I see the sand flee, run, hurry,
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.
As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch
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