THAT NIGHT
was 11 at night, you knocked at my window,
The moonlight was forming your perfect shadow.
I let you in and we went towards my bed,
And your sparkling eyes started messing with my head.
We couldn't take our eyes off from each other,
The moment was so comforting, we being together.
There was a beautiful silence only the sound of tree,
Suddenly, You grabbed my hand and it felt like a plea,
A plea, to not leave this hand ever,
A plea, to last this moment forever.
A plea, to be more close to each other,
A plea, to feel the souls of each other.
And the moment was interrupted disappointingly,
By my mum's voice, who asked me to sleep quickly.
I had to cut the call, couldn't even wish you goodnight,
"Why i have to imagine the moments, instead of living it", I sighed.
I know some people find these things juvenile,
No complains from them, cause they haven't lived it for a while.
Our sufferings unlike normal ones remains untold,
Long distance relationships are indeed tough to hold.
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