The Morning Dew You Are
To the person I love but coudn't realise with her
Dooms day has passed by, she is gone
Miss her so much and how could I move on
The black skies are everywhere but I still admire stars
She left me but I was willing to fight all her wars
White bright shooting stars, I need Elon to take me to mars
She said our relation was a white elephant
My love, how could I not remember your chants
I wish you were here holding my hands
Seeing your pictures still feels like having ants in pants
The good green thumb you had, those plants still miss your hands
Once in a blue moon, i still get those blues
But your smiling pictures gives me calm,
hope they are not your beautiful white lies
Your browned off face and my sorry hugs
The freshly brewed coffee and our single mug
I still love you with all my heart
My cute as a bug.
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Mudit Sharma
The writer who writes for solace.
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