I don’t like to write songs just about me, I want somebody with whom I can share ‘we’, But it seem next to impossible, to search for a better half, Now all I’ve got is bitterness in my heart,
I feel like a dumb, Nowhere to go, And I am stuck in a park with lovers in a row, Now you can imagine how I feel, When love is in the air and am lonely in my bed, It’s painful to see the one you like talk about their love life,
God I wish I had someone, With whom I could hold hands and share ‘we’, It looks like it’s all done, Everybody’s set’ And am the one who is stuck in the mess, I want to change the genre of my poetry, From blues to hues,
How could I change it when am all sadistic,
So I don’t like to write songs just about me, I wish I too had a share of we
© Copyright 2016 maitryee. All rights reserved.