tell me:
If my tears were raindrops,
Would you collect them like rain;
And put them in a jar labelled 'pain' ?
Would you see all the things distraught ?
And caress my face gently saying,
That it's not my fault?
Would you open your arms and hold me near,
When all else is falling apart;
Everything I hold dear?
and tell me:
Would you stay with me through thick and thin
When my eyes don't gleam
When my hairs are graying
And my soul is fraying ;
Would you still hold my hand tight
And say, ' I'll love you through the night' ?
Just like you did,
When we were kids.
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Musings
ŞiirThese are the 2 A.M. words strung together by an overburdened brain and a hopeless heart. It was meant to be reassuring (in some ways) , to calm the bathetic mind. But it has also been plagued by the otherworldly thoughts. Which, of course, may not...
