Sunday, August 28, 2011

November Valentine

There is no night I never think of you

Wishing somehow in my dreams I’ll see you

Each night is filled with smile you once glanced me

With eyes that slowed down the heart beat in me

 

At night, my soft pillow bears your sweet name

A name I wake up calling at three am

When I open my eyes, you are beside me

With smile so bright, lifeless as pillow be

 

You should’ve not smiled at me that November

Your face, from then, is all I remember

How cruel a curse can your harsh sweet smile be?

Pounds my throbbing heart, crushes it in a beat…

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