The Two
THE TWO She writes two wordsAnd i do the sameI Want to talk herBut, i have a lameDon't know , where to startMaybe neither she doesThe awkwardness speaksBeing language of themeI wish she could startMay...
THE TWO
She writes two words
And i do the same
I Want to talk her
But, i have a lame
Don't know , where to start
Maybe neither she does
The awkwardness speaks
Being language of theme
I wish she could start
Maybe, she thinks the same
What is this equation called
I'm still thinking a name!!
Why am i dreaming
Once being shattered
Why am i strong
Once being a coward
Uff, These lovely visions
Wish they would be true
New life would start
With best of the two
And i do the same
I Want to talk her
But, i have a lame
Don't know , where to start
Maybe neither she does
The awkwardness speaks
Being language of theme
I wish she could start
Maybe, she thinks the same
What is this equation called
I'm still thinking a name!!
Why am i dreaming
Once being shattered
Why am i strong
Once being a coward
Uff, These lovely visions
Wish they would be true
New life would start
With best of the two
Note: "this poem states the one with whom i talk with two words usually, hope you liked it, please share your thoughts on comments below"
