Years have passed
But months still left
Feelings have altered
As people have changed
You are not there
Still ur aroma exists in the air
With every passing second
It reminds me of past weekends
Surpassed evenings together
Hits me though harder
Daydreaming about our unwriten future
Makes me feel better
Numerous blank hours now eat me
Which were insufficient once
Dew bespangled grasses' desperation now is at the peak
Unaware of the fact that,Their beloved stole will never come back to soak them meek
Coolness of breeze has lost its charm
As u r not there to lock urself in my arm
Moon is demanding Eclipse every now and then
Since u stopped coming to our lane
Eyes now dried after flowing since eras
U r nt there so they lost their aura
Fingers have numbed, missing the grasp of urs
They do want to ***** themselves by countless anchors
Meeting of my own lips now stings me like a scorpion
Since u left,I have turned thorns into my minions
Withered rose though replaced by fresh
Still they wail silently in haze
Digging today my buried past
I want to live those moments once
Still I wonder Why!!!
But there is nothing left except lie...............
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
Years have passed
But months still left
Feelings have altered
As people have changed
You are not there
Still ur aroma exists in the air
With every passing second
It reminds me of past weekends
Surpassed evenings together
Hits me though harder
Daydreaming about our unwriten future
Makes me feel better
Numerous blank hours now eat me
Which were insufficient once
Dew bespangled grasses' desperation now is at the peak
Unaware of the fact that,Their beloved stole will never come back to soak them meek
Coolness of breeze has lost its charm
As u r not there to lock urself in my arm
Moon is demanding Eclipse every now and then
Since u stopped coming to our lane
Eyes now dried after flowing since eras
U r nt there so they lost their aura
Fingers have numbed, missing the grasp of urs
They do want to ***** themselves by countless anchors
Meeting of my own lips now stings me like a scorpion
Since u left,I have turned thorns into my minions
Withered rose though replaced by fresh
Still they wail silently in haze
Digging today my buried past
I want to live those moments once
Still I wonder Why!!!
But there is nothing left except lie...............
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