The wind keeps blowing
Enraging the embers within us, yet
Enraging the embers within us, yet
My mind turns numb when I feel
The cold skin of your heart
No grudge no emotions fudge,
All that hurts me today is
I miss being you.
There is no point coming back
To the routes where we walked
There is no point coming back
To the whispers we talked
There is no point coming back
To the moments you jokingly mocked;
What will we find there
There is nothing now to feign
People walk away like truth
Relations exist sans remain,
All that hurts me today is
I miss being you.
If I were your fingers
I would touch myself
To wake me up
From the slumber of love,
If I were your lips
I would taste myself
To know my real self
Assess reality of overrated love,
All that hurts me today is
I miss being you.
I miss being happy
I miss being sassy
I miss speaking too much
I miss rolling the eyes
I miss all good smells
I miss your simple spells
I miss first friend of mine
I radiate but it’s not sunshine,
All that hurts me today is
I miss being myself
I miss being you.
– Prashant
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