What to do ,what not to do…
I lost my thoughts,
While I was next to you…
Never have I ever,
Wanted to leave you…
Now I have nothing to loose,
And I have no any clue..
My mind has stucked like a
Picture in museum…
Picture is me and my thoughts
Is a medium…
I want to leave but your memory
Is glue…
I hope, you will find a better half
of you…
Our paths are different like two rivers
In a mountain…
Sky is darker and have possibility
Of rain…
But I don’t wanna meet like river,
Meets in sea at end,
It’s like thinking the same thing ,
And stuck in the sea of sorrow again…
I bet you are thinking that,
“AM I mad looking girl, which
find you again”
No I don’t think so,
I am not expecting this from you…
It’s my thought and my memories,
I know it’s all a vain…
Now I know very well and I have a clue,
What to do what not to do…
Once it was a time,
When I lost my thoughts…
While I was next to you…
