Try to understand my heart pain and not the beat's , My expecting arms are waiting to hug you , and not ur memories ...... I wanted to in hell the fragrance of ur body ,not the dry Rose's in my book.... my expecpecting path of hope.. is waiting for ur foot steps and not the dry windy leaves... before my hope shattered with lonely calm drowsy moon , before this you come soon By: back bench try to understand my heart pain...
