When I walk through the streets That I know you've walked through I think how the winds touched you. They still carry your fragrance And bring it to me. But it doesn't smell like you. I think of how your... Continue Reading →
He longs for a day, Just a day when she is his. He longs for a day, When she gives him herself and not the scraps. And till such day, He watches from a distance, And lives on the scraps.