Am lying under a hundred blankets,
Still the cold manages to hit my nerve,
My heart wants to scream for your kisses,
But the shivers have made me a dame.
You have protected me more than the angels,
But now, your side of my bed is a cold flake,
How I miss our cuddles of winters,
But more the warmth and how complete I felt.
I miss you, but sadly I don't have the right to call you back, I never had the right to call you, ever......
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
