Come find me now,
I am all gone.
The treasure that was me,
Has flown.
In its place remains,
A sign.
A testimony that you
hurt me.
hurt me hard,
And now, I am gone
And you, all alone,
In your ignorance,
Can't name your pain.
It's me.
I am your pain.
Come find me now.
Naureen
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Boo! There you are! :P
this is unique. i have rarely seen such pride in one's own love. yes, i remember a munir niazi poem which read. interesting. : )
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Thanks bilal!!! :) Pride? Its more of a I-have-been-hurt-enough ..
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