if i could fly in the sky, i will declare my love to the people on ground
if i could talk to the birds, i will ask them to add some melodies in the scene
but you stood across the road, denying something you started
the look from your eyes and its torturing action- my cheeks grew warmer
but something in this moment without you, i feel how far we really are
our places close but hearts still hundred miles far
my desk is the only place i can write about my muse
thinking you're closer to me but its a poem you will never learn of