Growing old seems to be the only definite state with me..
Posing aside the agony associated of so called me being lonely..
What ever the fact and the explanation I could give..
Have been all false as I still live with the guilt for you to forgive..
I never understood what the people along have to say..
Raise your voice when you do not feel its okay..
But do I put anything behind the voice they want to make..
Never really accepted the opinion ..taking it to be just a mere game..
Its true the voice is some what in dilapidated state.
Blame games have begun in the mind..cursing it with a pointed finger on my so called fate..
Still I have been waiting for you as if it was a bait..
Hope the time comes when you say yes before its too late..
I wish the words could some how reach you..
Before its too cold waiting for a hope to end my so called blues..
The point that I want to make..
There is no one except you I wanted to have my valentine cake..
