I still miss those days !!
that, hours of chatting !! fighting over lil things!! late night talks !! sharing secrets !! weird dreams !! “being possessive” attitudes !! waiting for your texts !! watching your pics and texts over and over !! smiling for no reason !! trusting you blindly !! your hugs and kisses !! your innocent wishes !!
and, now just having !! blank inbox !! no more “I love u’s” !! hours of loneliness!! unshared emotions !! late night cries !! heartbreaking secrets !! shattered dreams !! deleted memories !! fake smiles !! broken trust !! your nailed hugs !! your devious heartaches !!
I DON’T KNOW WHY, I’M STILL WAITING FOR YOU !!
Soar not too high,
O bird of Hope!
Because the skies are fair;
The tempest may come on apace
And overcome thee there.
When far above the mountain tops
Thou soarest, over all –
If, then, the storm should press thee back,
How great would be thy fall!
And thou wouldst lie here at my feet,
A poor and lifeless thing, -
A torn and bleeding birdling,
With limp and broken wing.
Sing not too loud, O bird of Hope!
Because the day is bright;
The sunshine cannot always last –
The morn precedes the night.
And if thy song is of the day,
Then when the day grows dim,
Forlorn and voiceless thou wouldst sit
Among the shadows grim.
Oh! I would have thee soar and sing,
But not too high, or loud,
Remembering that day meets night –
The brilliant sun the cloud.
