I opened my vim to write today
To tell of the things, I want to say!
Every words are out of line
Lost the gift with passing time
Never had I been, such clumsy brute
Times like these, render me so mute
But something new or old has dawned
And there was I, abysmal and scorned
Wondering why, walking selfishly
I came to you, were you missing me?
What if and how, will our hearts grow
Is this what, i really want to know?
With every tick, time brings me near
To a place, where you won’t be here
As interesting as our fate may be
With only letters left, in our memory
Those three letters, treasured as gold
Wishing away in regret, we will grow old
Maybe soon or some day, all will fall
With hearts yearning, for a poet’s call.
To tell of the things, I want to say!
Every words are out of line
Lost the gift with passing time
Never had I been, such clumsy brute
Times like these, render me so mute
But something new or old has dawned
And there was I, abysmal and scorned
Wondering why, walking selfishly
I came to you, were you missing me?
What if and how, will our hearts grow
Is this what, i really want to know?
With every tick, time brings me near
To a place, where you won’t be here
As interesting as our fate may be
With only letters left, in our memory
Those three letters, treasured as gold
Wishing away in regret, we will grow old
Maybe soon or some day, all will fall
With hearts yearning, for a poet’s call.
