Don’t stare at me,
I know you are angry,
and the anger had died down,
like a curled frown.
Yesterday we did fight,
but that day has withered away,
like a snowman who melted away
when the winter vanished in wonder.
Don’t have that look in your eyes,
It makes me feel that,
I am wrong,
Though am not!
The innocence rocking in your eyes,
I can see,
It says am no longer wise,
You know it all,
You think, lady!
But the spring was a beauty in your eyes,
and a sore, deep pain in my heart!
We belong to each other; still we are feathers apart,
I can see it your eyes.
I hate this little distance,
It makes me feel I have lost my existence!
Talk to me! Friend,
Not for the yesterdays,
Not for the today’s,
Not for the tomorrows,
Not for what you are,
Not for what I am.
But just cause you are worth my soul.
