You are my disturbance of night,
can't you meet me in daylight,
I can't ponder on this matter,
every night you come and say, see you later.
Why are you creating a nuisance,
why are you showing your arrogance,
after viewing you in several dreams,
I want you to be my life's cream.
Always i found wobbled,
whenever tried to talk,
always i want your breeze,
to be inhaled only by me.
Sometimes i get baffled,
to overcome this mystery,
that really you loves me,
or just roaming me around.
If you are placed with a heart,
then stop playing game of dart,
often i need your view and presence,
a ballad i have wrote in your absence.
But in between my mom cut it,
and warns, stop blubbering in dreams,
its a more better morning stupid.
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