The under current 2
April 2, 2012 § Leave a comment
Why do you still steal peaks at me. Still look if am here.
Why do you still care for me to be. When past was all we had.
I wait for your talks to start. Still wonder if I ever cross your mind.
I wait for our paths to cross, in this busy rat trap called life.
How much more you want, common things to be. I made all efforts I could.
Now all I can do is wait for you, to move beyond that look.