Walking on a darkened pathway,
I had lost hopes, faded courage,
All day, all night, only thing had remained,
Making doodles on an empty page,
With each passing day I tried to make some sense of those senseless lines,
I hysterically drew,
As was hopelessly waiting for my life to get through,
Roaming aimlessly, were growing wrinkles on my heart,
Locking it down inside, wrapping quietly its each bleeding part,
Did you find me sweeping blood falling on the floor?
Or saw me passing by dripping it at your door?
But you found me struggling in making sense,
Put your hands on my holes, rose in my defense,
How can I thank you for doing all this for me?
Without you, I would’ve been grieving on my pity,
She hides her tears, smiles at me as I say it all,
And I choose my words carefully to not to make a foul,
Having her with me is like I have a bliss,
All I need more from her is at least a day and a kiss.