sry sry sry hundred times i will say sry coz that was my net
why net become villain??
i think net must have a lover's heart jealous jealous

i know being kidnapped is so exciting
coz once i kidnapped

i will not mad at u if u will hang urself on the wall of museum beside me

thanx for ur sweet sweet gift
from where u collect that ur collection are so rich and cute
but i dont need that..i have my own .. look

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body..dress and attitude hope u like it

i have no doubt about ur innocence
read my lines again
i'm not doubting about u m doubting on the word 'little girl'

dont say sorry for ur short msg..i enjoyed

only punch i kick my net on behalf of u
uff my leg

It's just another night
And I'm staring at the moon
I saw a shooting star
And thought of you
I sang a lullaby
By the waterside and knew
If you were here,
I'd sing to you
You're on the other side
As the skyline splits in two
I'm miles away from seeing you
But I can see the stars
do you see them, too?

So open your eyes and see
The way our horizons meet
And all of the lights will lead
Into the night with me
And I know these scars will bLeed
But both of our hearts believe
All of these stars will guide us home

I can hear your heart
On the radio beat
They're playing 'Chasing Cars'
And I thought of us
Back to the time,
You were lying next to me
I looked across and fell in love
So I took your hand
Back through lamp-lit streets and knew
Everything led back to you
So can you see the stars?
You're the song my heart is
Beating to

So open your eyes and see
The way our horizons meet
And all of the lights will lead
Into the night with me
And I know these scars will bLeed
But both of our hearts believe
All of these stars will guide us home

Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know (know)
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it's the only thing we take with us when
we die

We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone

And if you hurt me
That's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

Wait for me to come home

i'm really really sorry on behalf of my insulting innocent net
last night suddenly my net stooped
even now net behaving like villain :hmm
im trying to post on ur gb from few hours
but i failed

u know 'kidnap' is a exiting wordbut my bad luck
for my btr luck i'm trying to decorate myself

i agree on ur innocence
but little
are u sure?

pardon me for my doubt

big girls cry - sia

chandelier - sia

waiting for love - avicii

work - rihanna ft drake

u were busy n study :l
so how i kidnapped

ohhhh my mistake

after long time..may vul gaya tha k private setting me may change kia tha
now u can crush my gb

me also glad that im here

Hey nir..
Glad to see you're back
(sorry i can't sign your guestbook)

helo dost

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DEAR FRIEND,
You're stupid.
You fail.
You're weird.
But that's okay...
I'm like that too
We laugh at the randomest things.
You know my uglist sides.
Even though we disagree and fight sometimes
But we never apart
When i'm sad you were always there to make sure i'm okay
Thanx for being there for me.
I LOVE U.
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When I stare at the sky,
I see you.
When I stare out into the ocean,
I see you.
When I'm looking at the moon,
I see you.
Ufff! Would you move aside,
you're constantly getting in my way!
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remember that without stupidity there wouldn't be intelligence,
and without ugliness there wouldn't be beauty,
so the world needs you after all.
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You really think you can chain me or threaten me with laws....haha....my friend you are wrong here...

I know you are miser....lolz

Haan...obvio.......and one day I will compile them and publish.....naam mere kaam tmhare

Yhan b kitabe likh rhi??

I remember we used to meet
By an ivied seat,
And you warbled each pretty word
With the air of a bird;

And your voice had a quaver in it,
Just like a linnet,
And shook, as the blackbird's throat
With its last big note;

And your eyes, they were green and grey
Like an April day,
But lit into amethyst
When I stooped and kissed;

And your mouth, it would never smile
For a long, long while,
Then it rippled all over with laughter
Five minutes after.

You were always afraid of a shower,
Just like a flower:
I remember you started and ran
When the rain began.

- Oscar Wilde

CVIII (Sonnet 108) - Shakespeare

What's in the brain, that ink may character,
Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what now to register,
That may express my love, or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must each day say o'er the very same; Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes antiquity for aye his page;
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.