The words that don't come on my lips, she knows even them
there is a girl who knows me more than myself.
i know she is batter than me in knowledge and judgement,
she holds on when the entire world strts running.
don't know which world is she alwys dreaming about
she wear anklets in her legs during festivals.
she hears all my stories with a lot o patience,
and may be trough my words she also start thinking about her dreams.
whenever i try to hide something from her somehow she comes to know that,
every time she unmasks me and find the truth.
she doesn't think about roads,she flows like waves.
if i don't listen, she gets angry
if i listen, she smiles
if i am quite, she pampers me,
if i a angry on her, she doesn't apologies
she tries to be own all my faliures
she is bit offbeat but then also she tries to sing
if i dont irritate her then she gets irritated
even after being so mysterious,she cnsiders me as her friend
there is a girl who knows me more than my self
yes,i jock with her a lot but i am scared of losing her
i even like her dislikes
my fredome is preseved in her vagrancy
when i share my words she understnds the feeings.
she fows like a poem on my blank papers
but even then the entire poem is not able to describe her,
not every day angels like her come down to earth,
she holds my hands so that i don't leave hope,
she belives more than me in my dreams,
she doesn't care roads(way), she flows like waves.
there is one gril who knows me more than myself .