A young biology enthusiast
When I go unheard, what will you think about me? Or will you even think about me? Will you give in to the rumours? And stand for the losers?
By Paremila4 years ago in Poets
Living behind four walls with other loved accompanies is what called home Place full of beautiful memories that you might even write poem
Abroad, feeling lonely, One call, treats me dearly, Loved hearts, away by miles In dreams, playing their smiles
