The number would've been SIX!

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If only life was easier, we would've still been together,
The sun would shine bright, everything would be alright.

If only love was enough, we wouldn't have fussed,
Through all my fright, you'd hold me tight.

If only it wasn't for your poker face, we would've won by ace,
When all the walls around me came in crushing, I thought you'd come rushing.

If only your eyes didn't twitch, what's torn would've been stitched,
The things around us turned acidic, cause I was the biggest critic.

If only our hearts bent together,maybe  our relation wouldn't have been in a fix,
Counted the years we spent together, baby the number would've been SIX...

Comments

  1. Unknown10:57 pm, January 24, 2015

    Good work di I loved it :) 👍

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    1. Varsha Mothukuri10:34 pm, February 08, 2015

      Thanks alot. Your feedback is welcome If you have any :)

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  2. Mithru Rachamalla9:33 pm, February 03, 2015

    (y) cool :)

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  3. Anonymous8:41 pm, February 11, 2015

    Awesome...!!

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  4. Shubashwini9:27 am, June 23, 2015

    Cool one..vocab zz awe..!

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  5. Unknown1:37 pm, July 06, 2015

    👌👌

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  6. Unknown1:54 pm, August 18, 2015

    If only it wasn't for your poker face, we would've won by ace ,
    Hi friend
    above sentence last word I think it may race .... Anyway its awesome.

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    1. Varsha Mothukuri4:36 pm, December 04, 2015

      Hi there. Poker face is a term used while playing poker with the deck cards, so 'Ace' seemed more fitting. Thanks for the suggestion and the good words. Stick around for more to come.

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  7. Hidden face9:41 am, November 14, 2015

    quite interesting and worth reading.................

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    1. Varsha Mothukuri4:33 pm, December 04, 2015

      Thanks so much Afsah, more to come, stick around for a bit :)

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  8. Hidden face9:42 am, November 14, 2015

    quite interesting and worth reading.................

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