when I put down my book just to be there with you
when I stop talking just to hear your voice
when I’m eager to greet you first thing in the morning
when I’m reluctant to say goodnight because I still wanna talk to you
when I do those kind of things
I really want you
I didn’t fall in love with you the very first time I saw you
I didn’t fall in love with you the second or third or fourth time I saw you
I fell in love between knowing you and being with you Continue reading
Ricocheted intensity of such voice
Over thy ears, it seems like a noise.
Bewildered by the owner of such,
Engulfed by his stories that much.
Rumblings of facts he knew,
Telling to you those which are new. Continue reading
Brought in the so-called Earth
Off to the world of hurt
Neither living just to live Continue reading
Expectations are never awaited
it will burn all your patience..