Chatting with you for hours,
Feel like a minute.
I wish I can turn that minute into hours.
It is not enough,
Our communication is not enough.
I crave for more.
More than anyone else can get from you.
I need you my dear,
The way you are treating me,
It's driving me insane.
I've given hints after hints after another hints.
Can't you see me at all dear?
Or do you deny the truth that I'm into you,
My Dear Noir?
-R.X-
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A Piece of Heart in Question
PoetryThis is where I pour my untold feelings in the form of poems. I'm sure a lot of people will relate to this.
