From the sound of the rain falling and touching the ground..
To the fragrance of the wet that makes the heart go round..
Tasting the tears and that some times feels salty..
At least .I am happy that they washed out my faulty drain...
The emotions with which you want to paint me are a bit different..
Seeing the watch after every second..counting when its gona be that minute..
Spending the evening on the bed...with mom asking you how you would like to be fed..
Walking the path alone..wondering if the distance ends on that bend..
Hoping for too much and too soon could be one of the self styled reason to get hurt.
Controlling yourself some how in his name with every thing starting with a "BUT".
Closer to reality it seems..with the words some time making me to scream..
If you can listen to the echo....Its asking you to "PLEASE don't go"..
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