Stay in my room,
To have; I don't know
Whom,
It looks like waiting,
Rather, panting.
And,
2 months of waiting,
Now, I hate it.
I don't know what am I waiting for,
Perhaps, for someone who’s far away,
My eyes are sore.
My mind is bore.
I don't know what am I waiting for,
Perhaps for someone who doesn't exist,
When she’d walk through the door,
My face would be delightened once more.
But, now she’s gone.
As she warned.
“Do not be attached. Or else you’ll fall on.”
Didn't understood.
Still, nodded.
Guess, should have Been careful,
Since now,
I am despairful.
Dunno what am I waiting for,
Perhaps for someone who’s far away.
Perhaps for someone who doesn't exist north away.
