Cold tears
Cold blues
Why am I still waiting around the bush..
Hoping, I might catch a glimpse of you.
I completely miss your cute-sy voice..
Your laughters and not-so-funny jokes, oh what a noise.
But as the sky goes darker than usual
Memories dwell in the silence.. like royal
A cold breeze went through the window
yet expecting even just for a shadow.
How painful it is to leave for you to live.
Coz, it made me feel, ‘It’s all that I can give.’
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