With the small talks we seldom had,
With every word that slipped your lip,
With every star that shined bright for us to see,
With the sun spreading its glorious nudity,
With every bite of love you took,
With the not-so-precious time you wasted with me,
With the toxic intake of nothing even close to low toxicity,
With the hand that chose to play around high-fives,
With every note of the song you sang for me,
With love shown bright in the eyes I barely stared,
And with all that coming at once straight,
I knew you loved somebody,
Just glad it was me.
There are three mediums to express anything: audio, visual, scribbling. I find peace doing the third. I don't blog here anymore. Latest blogs at https://medium.com/@itsharshita_
February 15, 2014
Just glad it was me
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment