I always wanted such a friend,
Who I could talk to without any end,
With whom I would never regret the time I spend,
But how I would meet them it depends,
Who would listen to the songs I recommend,
With whom the rules could be bent,
Who I would not have to care if I offend,
With whom I need not to pretend,
With whom I could live in the present,
And the talks could go to any extent,
With whom I could share the things I dreamt,
But I had no idea how this bond I could invent.
YOU ARE READING
Chasing The Clouds
PoetryPiled up with books in the shelf of my heart, I wrote a new page for every life that ever crossed my way, Giving it the beauty that it deserves, I played my part, Then I kept it back slowly, and again started from the start. Go ahead and have a look!
