Feb 2019
Though lips stay shut
As words don't matter
and things are mess
Though heart has yearned for a glimpse of her
and winter has never been this cold
I might be filled with warmth
if I could just be with her
So talk to me, though scars would be unhealed
Hold your paddle, as we pass this stormy ocean
Hold on to those memories we have
Don't let them disappear
even a mere speck of it
As words don't matter
and things are mess
Though heart has yearned for a glimpse of her
and winter has never been this cold
I might be filled with warmth
if I could just be with her
So talk to me, though scars would be unhealed
Hold your paddle, as we pass this stormy ocean
Hold on to those memories we have
Don't let them disappear
even a mere speck of it
Dedicated to the ones who have difficult moments on make things right when their relationships in jeopardy. As words would not speak as they would have been, good memories are the only things to reminisce.
