The Night Descended
The same feelings ascended
missing you has become a habit
hating you is like hitting a hobit
when i walk on the road alone
my eyes search for your shadow along
The same feelings ascended
missing you has become a habit
hating you is like hitting a hobit
when i walk on the road alone
my eyes search for your shadow along
wish you could see how hard it is to be
a monet so solitary
surrounded by crowd yet crying silently
wheeling the pen every second
seeing you in dreams serves like a beacon
I Miss You.... I Love You...
Is an eternal truth
but in front of you
I have no option but to hide my ANGUISH...!!
