I miss you once, twice and thrice as you remain away. I know I am difficult and won't tell you to understand.. I wish I could let you inside my mind that how much it has been through.. I can't blame you for treating me too well But understand that I hardly get treated well. I am accustomed to roughness, quite opposite to my nature. Sweetness makes me doubt, I was once tender but now I have lost of all me to depart. I won't tell you to understand, As I too can't understand myself too well! You remain away, that's okay but come back once you are calm.. Its been a while that I have spoken with you well. Hoping that you will bury your anger beneath the land, And be back with your ever cherishing smile.
A friend of mine, treats me too well which I'm unable to digest. In this rough world sweetness becomes a matter of doubt. somehow I stay away from them not knowing what to do.