Maybe the last request of a meet,
A need to talk, not love, but to stay,
Lots of weak veins, Shivering body,
A pair of dry lips, waiting to apologize,
Eager ears to hear 'Its okay, am sorry too'
A pounding heart un sure of answers,
A trembling legs fearing to return alone,
Eyes waiting to flood its coasts soon,
The lips waiting to sham a smile.

I still want you to know, that,
I may be a bad partner, But I
am the same guy you fell for,
I love you the same I used to.
You still is the special girl,
my arms held close to the heart.
May be, Today is the last of it,
may be its not, Still A wish,
In the world of dust, please,
See me and my love, clearly...