::- the need -::
It's 3:18 AM,
It's the odd time of night
To write a poem.
And anyone can predict,
Wtiting poem
When am awake from sleep
Means am missing someone.
And you ,my dear,
Can be sure
Am missing you tonight.
See how strange it is,
I feel you around as I miss.
But then I fear
Am drowning in you
For, all these days
I had allowed myself,
Only to be missed,
And now I feel stressed,
Stressed, am new at loving,
To be loved
Is something am familiar with.
For, with loving came
The need to be loved back.
By-Vinod
--
regards: Vinod Jadhav
It's the odd time of night
To write a poem.
And anyone can predict,
Wtiting poem
When am awake from sleep
Means am missing someone.
And you ,my dear,
Can be sure
Am missing you tonight.
See how strange it is,
I feel you around as I miss.
But then I fear
Am drowning in you
For, all these days
I had allowed myself,
Only to be missed,
And now I feel stressed,
Stressed, am new at loving,
To be loved
Is something am familiar with.
For, with loving came
The need to be loved back.
By-Vinod
--
regards: Vinod Jadhav
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