• poojagandhipg97 55w

    Am I getting cold?

    I always asked,
    It's been months
    Commune of people is through the exit door
    In the cold windy summer
    I let them pass
    With a smile
    Seeing close friends go
    Lover passing by
    Stares never looked that it stopped
    Though I remain unchanged
    After breaking a little
    Wishing and wanting
    Confessing my will
    For not to pass
    Yet standing with a smile
    Vouching for peace over tears
    Well, maybe I am getting cold for now that I like to be worthy of my efforts