Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Echoes


Friends. Just friends.
I told you it would be okay.
I'd laugh with you some day.
Friends. Just friends.
But echoes whisper through my mind,
Of love,
The word we've left behind.

Friends. Just friends.

And memories leave your heart a mess.
So every friendly touch becomes
A caress.
Emotions buried will break free

And so i fear we'll never be,
Friends

2 comments:

Tushar Mangl said...

This one will go on in history as one of your best pieces ever.
Good.very good

Gauri Mathur said...

heyy Shreya good work dear:-)
keep on d gud wrk!!
God Bless you!:-)
take care.