Listening to the silence
In the quiet of the night
In the quiet of the night
I am waiting
For you to wake up
You continue sleep walking
How could it be
That you saw my ties
but missed the pearls
Scattered around me
I know you will gather them once you wake up
Sitting in the dead of night
I embroider these pearls
into the design of my tapestry
while I wait for you to wake up
At times waiting hurts more
Than the needle that pricks my finger
And draws out the blood
More pearls than rubies surround me
As I wait for you to wake up
For you to wake up
You continue sleep walking
How could it be
That you saw my ties
but missed the pearls
Scattered around me
I know you will gather them once you wake up
Sitting in the dead of night
I embroider these pearls
into the design of my tapestry
while I wait for you to wake up
At times waiting hurts more
Than the needle that pricks my finger
And draws out the blood
More pearls than rubies surround me
As I wait for you to wake up
the more i read ur words,
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i m nothing in writing!
plz keep writing such kinda brilliant stuff as it induces me to write better!
Thank you so much Rd.I am glad you liked it.
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