How lonely it is
Seems like bees are
not dancing
And boys are missing
How lonely indeed
When time flies as a
rocket
But leaves you all
numb
Craving for the past
Craving for when I
could laugh
Craving for that
time
A knight he was
called
Fair and handsome
was he in all
A touch he gave me
Since, I live in
dreams
Remember is all I
can
For love is as such
Lonely in my bed
I wait for my end to
come
Surely, we shall
meet
At the gates of home
Called none other
than heaven
When God shall give
peace!
Peace to my soul's
ache
Peace to my
lamenting heart
Peace to cure my
ache!
2 comments:
Stop living in dreams.
Poets do nothing other than dream, my friend! :)
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