she her n Lov

as he sensitively touches at this fragile pain
there’s portion to fill
and memories to meet
under all this stinging prestige

Few,they know where to float
the place they are meant to rise
he hopes to be among those few
but..when will the moment come,
the moment for him to dash away free
the length waiting upon his groping hands

living in the thoughtland
in-between the pains and Rains
he always extends his stay

his stupid lonely soul is dying
the only respite he has- is crying

just another hole left open
just another wish not granted
just another hour on the clock
just another minute passing by.
stumbling over words about me,myself,i,she,her & love.