A flea market full of desires,
is chosen to unveil all the goods out of bad..
its not a piece of paper, to which you give folds..
its my heart full of modes…
some led by soul,
some led by pons,
some led by feelings having head and horns..
but the longing to love will still be at the top
non – stop….just as time tocks..!!
so dont be lazy darling.. don’t stop..
its utter…. becz….
YOU are my heartthrob..!!