Every now and then I remember you.
It has been you and your grayish eyes all along.
When I hear the strings playing in a soulless manner,
When I hear someone sing a song with a broken letter,
When I hear the piano play in a sullen rhythm.
It's you I can remember.
You and only you, all I can hear is you.
No, I mean it's always you
Since the day our eyes met a spark lingered all over my system.
My cheeks grew pinkish as my soul purged outside my body.
It's you! it is you and your lifeless smile,
Who takes away my courage to reply.
You're just there five feet near me,
But why does it seem like you're a thousand miles away?
If the stars were hard to reach then so as you.
Oh, Dearest you! It has been only you.
I hope that someday we can sing a song together.
If that happens there would be,
no more strings playing in a soulless manner.
There would be no more pianos playing at its sullen rhythm.
And our song's notes and its lyrics
Would be just as great as your 8 letters.
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Unspoken (Collection of Poems)
PoetryRandom poems here! Some may be good and some may not. Well I just write everything when my brain keeps on nagging me. So here it goes! Enjoy...atleast try.
