Be it a dead silent dark night,
With the clock counting dead hour.
Or a walk through a chaotic lane
With the people busy in chitter-chatter.
My thoughts have completely been absorbed
By the warmth, and everything that is him.
My mind has gone wild.
It doesn't stop dreaming and thinking.
I wish I could post my senses to an eternal rest
Because it's beautiful and exhausting.
Gleeful and yet hurting.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
Be it a dead silent dark night,
With the clock counting dead hour.
Or a walk through a chaotic lane
With the people busy in chitter-chatter.
My thoughts have completely been absorbed
By the warmth, and everything that is him.
My mind has gone wild.
It doesn't stop dreaming and thinking.
I wish I could post my senses to an eternal rest
Because it's beautiful and exhausting.
Gleeful and yet hurting.
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