i sing a song
and this is for her,
in this lonely night
where my lonely soul condole this crying heart..
...
I pass these lonely nights,
with a hope,
that tomorrow night
i will be dreaming in your arms.
...
i wait for that flower to blossom
i wait, under the scorching heat
or the thundering clouds
during the snowfall
...
i wish to kiss your lips
everytime you smile,
i want to be your tears
everytime you cry,
...
over the clouds
into the ocean
i have felt everything
your every emotion.
...
i have come here to be something
to be how good? no clue
but i can try
to be what i imagined
...
she said, ' believe my words, ''
and i said 'i do' but still words too lie,
She said, 'look in my eyes',
i said 'i am', that's why i am asking you not to hide.
...
i just jumble words, no way a poet.....write what goes on around me and inside me)
It Still Hurts
i sing a song
and this is for her,
in this lonely night
where my lonely soul condole this crying heart..
all the broken promises,
run like a train in front of my eyes
every word she spoke
sounds like a lie...
though she never loved me
but i the boy she always liked
so i waited, hoped and prayed....
for that liking to become love of her life.
now when i sing,
and play this guitar
i know,
little far away she can hear...
my words are not meant to take
her back to memory lane..
they are just to tell
that it still hurts........