written by: Tousif Habib
I wake up to the thought of her,
Her hair, her face,
Her smile, her grace.
She’s the only thought on my mind,
What they say is true, love is blind.
I keep daydreaming,
Is this the pang of true love I’m feeling?
It’s pure agony not being able to see her,
it’s worse than the sting of cuts in the rain,
as if your heart was thrown down the drain.
As the sun sets,
The skies turn to a beautiful shade of red,
I wish she was here,
holding hands, sitting by the pier,
watching the sun set,
and the skies turn dark,
staring into the infinite cosmos,
as the stars shine in all their glory.
As night falls I stand by the window,
waiting for her, but there’s only a faint shadow,
of our past, I thought it would last,
but now she’s gone;
Still I wait for her return.