Saturday, February 4, 2012

your transmitter beeps...

O it still somewhere beeps
Your transmitter that you fixed
On my left part of chest
Right under my woolen vest...

O it still somewhere stings
Your smiles that the beeper brings
On the left side of my being
With you never it seeing!

What a funny way you chose
Planted a transmitter so close
To keep a track of me
Leaving me in the middle of a sea!









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