Thirsty indeed,
Missing the blink-of-an-eye scenes where our eyes meet,
The little fragile heart is awakened to dream,
Perhaps knowing it has an ending dim.
Feels burning from within
Like it's the very first time sippin'
The drop of wine.
The finest one through thick and thin, drinking you to be mine.
Now in tiddly,
'had much but it's still empty.
In need of one or two,
As the moon in the dark shades of blue.
Longing for the sun, asking to have you.
Dying to see your angelic face,
Where stars melted in the field of daisies I call it a place,
Uttering a one-of-a-kind view for the eyes wanted to taste.
That the tipsy cups adore
And I am in tiddly, asking of you for more.


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