Sometimes everything looks like a stranger
These rooms of questions, flooding with daylight
Sounds, bring proof of a live city
People at door, holding lists of tasks
Voices, tryin to be empathetic after all
But I feel like a stranger to all of these strangers around
Thinking of U I feel so scared
When I close my eyes I can see U clear n bright
But I m afraid I couldnt find U in a crowd
I m afraid U will not recognize me too
We will never be some but strangers to each other
In a crowd or in an empty hall or under an wide open sky
In between my secret space I whisper
Touch me
Touch my body
Touch my soul
Before I turn to dust
Kiss me
Kiss my lips
Kiss my soul
Before my senses r dead
Take me
Take my body
Take my soul
Before they split forever
I know U will never listen to my whisper
We will remain strangers forever I know
But still I whisper in air
Believing that nothing leaves from universe
One day our dusts will listen n cry an emptiness to my whispers in air
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