I wanted freedom in writing
but your thoughts are biding me to scribble about you
again and again
ink is soaked with your colours
and pages are mirroring only your name
I am lovingly cooped up in your realm
I wanted freedom in writing
but your thoughts are biding me to scribble about you
again and again
ink is soaked with your colours
and pages are mirroring only your name
I am lovingly cooped up in your realm