So, no matter how much I write,
Everything's in you just remain undefined.
Diary full of you,
But you're the one
Who never get to read,
Where my ecstasy lies.
I started from your eyes,
I'm still lost in your eyes.-Kriti P.
6. Again your eyes
So, no matter how much I write,
Everything's in you just remain undefined.
Diary full of you,
But you're the one
Who never get to read,
Where my ecstasy lies.
I started from your eyes,
I'm still lost in your eyes.-Kriti P.