He looks for you, frantically,
and searches for you in the dark.
Oh the pain of not finding you,
knowing, you are around.
A fortnight ago, he met you,
and still remembers you from then.
It was a goodbye but there was some hope.
He is still hopeful as he tries
to draw you on the sand again.
His memory is fading
and so wants to see you again.
But tell me how do I tell the lover in me,
I don't dream anymore.
and searches for you in the dark.
Oh the pain of not finding you,
knowing, you are around.
A fortnight ago, he met you,
and still remembers you from then.
It was a goodbye but there was some hope.
He is still hopeful as he tries
to draw you on the sand again.
His memory is fading
and so wants to see you again.
But tell me how do I tell the lover in me,
I don't dream anymore.
anitaexplorer 22p · 573 weeks ago
I believe we must not lose our dreams...
unfoldthefolded 53p · 573 weeks ago
shivani · 573 weeks ago
i hope it's painful but i'm sure this too shall pass.
You have a gift good wishes for that...keep penning your pearls and remember nothing really gets wasted. Nothing...
loved the touching sweet composition.
unfoldthefolded 53p · 573 weeks ago
Like you said, nothing goes wasted an nothing shall ever!
Ananya Tales · 573 weeks ago
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unfoldthefolded 53p · 573 weeks ago
Anmol Rawat · 573 weeks ago
Lovely little poem :)
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