Someone said she missed me
Without knowing how much I missed her.
I know some people miss me a lot
But do they know how much I miss them?
Tears evoke the fondness in me for her
Amidst the bleak evening in my life
I know I miss her lot, measurable only by tears
But does she know that I miss her lot?
Like a conjurer I am trying hard to hide
And manifest the feeling that is just a friend
Wearing a discolored look on my face
I am embracing her almost every second.
She stands superior than the rose beside this thorn
Am, but gripped in desires which I cannot hold
Everything appears grey in the middle of twilight
But, I am still able to see the color of my sweetie pie.
Without mind, a person is mad
Without the heart, the person is dead
With both I am here, feeling sad.
I know I miss you
I wish you know that too
Amidst the bouts of pain
I still can think of you, none, but you.
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