#missyou #poetsworth

Mind plays a time travel game,
Going back to our time immemorial,
When we used to sing songs that're fame.
Now we're far apart being lame.
The cloth we used to cover
While playing with water is still wet ,
Along with my pillow and eyes.
Now all I do is cover me with blanket,
To protect me from another hurting flame.
We're gone either because of nature
Or for some unknown reason thinking that's for future;
Yet dear I miss you a lot, your laughter and tender eyes,
These lines are not lies!
If you're ever in danger, call me out
I'd create even a calamity to the problem
Yet let's not have any problem.
Dear one, I miss you a lot like
How the sky misses the sun in the day,
How the bees miss the honey in flower,
Yet it turns to be like the grasses miss the mower
To cut it and chop it off.
The heart's nerves being passively cut.
Whenever I think of you I get dried crystal tear
Missing you, Did I ever expect this as a fear?

© Eclogue paradise