I
waited there for a stare...
For a
smile...
But she
went past eyes looking down...
The
lost moment...
The
grace in her walks...
Those
impeccant and deep eyes....
That
round angel like face...
I was a
moth drawn to the flame...
The
Caliban I am...
Masochistic....
Let the
angel fly away....
For she
has all the high heavens to roam...
Let she
be in the upper echelons and stare at me with a smile....
self pitty and ego is never good...
ReplyDeleteThere is nothin wrong with you,.. you deserve everything you want..
xcpt that and don't let her goo...
take care
niya
am recovering niya...
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