I am not waiting
I am not wishing too..
That one day,
you will come back
to kiss my sorrows,
you will come back
to taste my tears
as they are rolling down my cheek
My heart now does not pound
For my most lovable
LOVE STORY,
Though this is true,
but the Irony is
I am still counting the days
I had been counting the days
those days turned up into months
and months turned up into years
And I am still counting the days
Don't ask me why?
as every WHY
don't end up BECAUSE...
BUT I AM STILL COUNTING
THE DAYS......