Don't Make Me
Don't make me your compulsion
I want to be propulsion to you.
Don't make me your sympathy
I want to be telepathy to you.
Don't make me your good deed
I want to be pure greed to you
Don't make me your refuse
I want to be of use to you.
Don't make me your distress
I want to be of interest to you.
Don't make me your deep freeze
I want to be warm breeze to you.
Don't make me yours at all
If I am none of these to you!
(c) Smita
21/11/07
I want to be propulsion to you.
Don't make me your sympathy
I want to be telepathy to you.
Don't make me your good deed
I want to be pure greed to you
Don't make me your refuse
I want to be of use to you.
Don't make me your distress
I want to be of interest to you.
Don't make me your deep freeze
I want to be warm breeze to you.
Don't make me yours at all
If I am none of these to you!
(c) Smita
21/11/07
posted by smilingaway @ 7:20 AM
3 comments
3 Comments:
Just Wow!!!!
How wonderfully put and expressed.... Write more !!!
HUGS
Amrit
Propulsion?
I'm thinking of a better word there...
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