Wednesday, January 18, 2012

you...my Mayday!

Felt like heard your soft steps
Somewhere at my room so dark
Felt like you smiling at me
And leaving on my cheeks your mark!

You  probably came and sat by me
And placed your palm on my sleepy head
Felt like you combing your fingers through
My hair, as I lied on my sleepless bed!

Thus you come so unannounced
Every night as I retire for the day
Thus you come so undeclared
Every night as my Mayday!








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