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I need you ....

I wish my soul 
had a hole
Coz I want ...
I want you to be inside me


To feel what I feel
In the same degree,
To bear the pain
Of scratches made by you.


To  ... no!... now ? How
Can even my words describe
To what limit I crave for you
To what extent I need you ---
I need you inside me.


I can not love you,
Until you are near ---
Here ! (pointing at my heart)
 --- Inside me.
I need you inside me.


My words are not sufficient,
They are traitor,
They are deceiver,
They don't express the true meaning (which I give them)
Nor even --- deep... deep feeling...


I am not satisfied ,
I was never...
So I say I wont until
You enter deep inside me


Breaking all walls,
Breaking all conventions,
To be a lover,
To be a dweller,
Of  those ancient hills
And the mountains and rills, 
And winds that sing joyful songs
Ah... for such ecstasy my soul longs
And it only craves for a companion
- A passionate one,
Who will make a hole
To enter inside my soul...


I need you 
... I need you
Yeah , come inside me...
I need you inside me... 
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Mr Happy said…
ahmm such passion, it was really gud:)
April 18, 2010 at 10:46 PM
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