(inspired by an olive ant ^.^ )
There I was a plain looking girl
Wondering if my hair still in curl
Hopeless and tiresome was written in my face
’till now I don’t know when to start my race
Love was platonic.. it’s making me empty.
Plus great expectation sends melancholy
I am speechless, my mind was restless
Thinking it’s better to be a rich’s mistress
Fireworks sparkles as I read a message
Enlightened by someone whom I miss like decade!
I never expect chance of a lifetime
Those conversations with you was a blessed chime
Living in a desert is what I felt
For more than one year not seeing you with some regret
Though I speak it out but never concrete
Awkward maybe,,, On that “one time” we’ll meet..
A month of connections, A month of twist and turn
Like It’s magic if raindrops will burn
Its’ mere possibility made my hopes high
Gratitude for my lord and my JULY..