Just Once More..

Once more you could have smiled at me.
Once more a tight hug.
Once more that little game
of smileys in line.

Once more a smile from your heart.
Once more a soothing one.
Once more a kind word
to take my tears away.

Nothing can change,
nothing will change.
But I will miss you,
and have always been true.

Comments

Nayib said…
Awesome!!!!,

But i cant still mark in ur scrap book..giving an error ""Posting to this user has been temporarily disabled.""
November 30, 2008 at 9:27 AM
Durga Nandan said…
:) thanks..
well, next time u scrap an unconnected user, please be sure to wait for sometime rather than "streaming" scraps to them. or orkut stops u.
tc.
November 30, 2008 at 9:49 AM
Durga Nandan said…
the previous comment only indicates that i got a comment.. but it had to be deleted for some reasons.. but still, i got it. :) thanks..
December 2, 2008 at 11:17 AM
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