Whole night

I sat holding the edges of curtain;
I sat there wondering you intimate with her
Only the thought was enough
Enough to throw me into tearful crawls

I diapered my tissues
And rolled across
The wind was haulling kind of song
Only i understood that day

Yiu were gone
And i knew you in no case my broken dreams could be mend
I act traditionally mad
I behave religiously ted

When you will meet me again
You will shine with blushes
Hands in hand
But no more of our Clutches


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