He doesn't even know
How much I missed him
Every minute, every second.
He doesn't know
How do I spend my whole day
Without texting him once
He doesn't know
How much I waited
For a single text from him
Now he says that
It was a good time for him
How do I make him understand
I count this day in the worst parts of my life
He said he missed me
Then why did he want to
Change his behaviour towards me
He doesn't know that
I like him much more
When he becomes
an angry bird.
I couldn't imagine
My life without him
I know we won't
Remain the same
Like our first day
But everyday
I pray for that day.
I won't bother you for anything
Any gifts, any suprise,
I just wish for that same
bond that we had shared.
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
