My beloved,
I woke up with an empty bed this morning,
without your warmth near me.
I woke up to find that it was all a dream.
My beloved,
I miss my sweet morning tea, that got sweeter with your presence.
Now it's all sour, without any love to pour.
My beloved,
I got lost hearing the rain drops at the window,
waiting for your return.
I got lost hearing even the sky's grumble,
accompanying me to mourn.
My beloved,
Even the nature is sad with me,
When will you return?
YOU ARE READING
Midnight
PoetryYes, words sometimes do matter more than actions! A book full of whispered words under the cloak of darkness. Poetry woven with the scent of my soul.
