This is a some thing from heart...My cute chweety friend gadha wrote this ....
Around a blinding sun,
Nothing's yet won.
I've mislead my fear,
Though not for long.
Always sincere;
I just don't belong.
Cast out, dragged in
Without, within
"I've found friends true"
We tell one another.
But do we really have a clue
When we comfort each other?
Are we promising to
The bitter end?
You've never knew
A better friend?
We all are so fake
But our conscience is clear.
Or just a numb ache
We need not adhere.
