To think about you, i wont
mouth your name in my sleep, i won't
wake up wishing you were here, i won't
forget you, i will


Dreams are a ***** though,
memories too.
Love songs are beautiful,
Tulips too.

However Tulips wither and die the moment they bloom
my tulip only grows,even after the bloom
in any and every weather fault
and in any disaster, it never falls

Summer
Spring
Winter,
and then back to fall

to think about you, I did
mouthed your name over and over in my sleep,I do
wake up wishing you were here,every night
forget you, I tried.