قلم يگانه ناجي لحظاتي است كه زمان بي رحمانه به دست فراموشي ميسپارد The pen is the sole saviour of the moments a clock ruthlessly ticks away!
About Me

- Zamin
- باری اگر روزی کسی از من بپرسد:چندی که بر روی زمین بودی چه کردی؟من پیش رویش می گشایم دفترم را.گریان و خندان بر می افرازم سرم را.آنگاه میگویم که بذری نوفشانده ست.تا بشکفد تا بر دهد بسیار مانده ست فریدون مشیری
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Loser
already in love,already in need
gave you all I had,all myself indeed
I wonder why this every round a chooser
no dice this round turned out a loser!
how come my gravy,you took but as poison
come to believe:it's impossible to know men!
didn't you buy my love for a penny
a heart breaker must have been to many
so much for a castle,which was made on sand
then I was treated like a one night stand
wouldn't treat her as unworthy as toy
give it a second thought,don't regret it boy!
I'm not hell of a writer,but couldn't you even see?
much more than I said I had deep in me
couldn't you atleast try to love me?
stop looking for someone above me?
in retrospect though ,
I have to let know
the same dream just I were to follow!
if I could make you euphoric,even just for a blink
worth it that I couldn't even sleep a wink!
when I spent the nights just to turn and to toss
to me this was a gain and by no means a loss!
if there's so much to give,well I spend,fair enough
borrowed from the God,then I lend,fair enough
I just can't figure out,why did you break me so?!
it was of no offence,then how did you take me so?!
now that the game is over,
result's zero to ten!
I think it's impossible
ever to know the men!
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