Sunday
A Sunday evening filled with more morose
I wish I had you in a limited dose
I don’t know what to do
Fly away or wait in my blue
My thoughts soaring higher than heavens
Knowing no difference between cookoos and ravens
I wish I had someone who knows how it feels
I wish I had you to burst into a million peals
Dry barren lands beyond horizons
Hurting more than a thousand poisons
I still have the envelope without a note
Waiting for the message that you never wrote
1 Comments:
Love and Absence ....... the worst nightmares , yet the best of inspirations
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