Your lost notes
I was puzzled with your odour.
You were a little bit suspicious to my adore.
My musical nights were cried a loud.
But, you didn't hold my fingers at the crowd.
You kissed the glass of wine, which I was holding.
Now, I seek for that glass and wounding.
Scars can't be healed without you.
But then I found your lost letters, a few.
The memories are locked in a lovable glee.
But, you didn't lose a chance to make me flee.
I wanted you, but my lot didn't.
I tried hard, but my love couldn't.
So, bye with a lot of ache.
I'll never stop you for my sake.
You are now far and moreover,
I've slept with the brunt letter.
