• tosha_indian_human 31w


    Was it all a facade?
    The spark we felt,
    The wars we dealt,
    The touch that drove you crazy,
    The voice that made me hazy,
    The longing I felt when had to leave,
    But, you said just to believe,
    I still feel your fingertips,
    For they are etched on my soul!
    How can it be facade?
    Here I am standing,
    Waiting, waning,
    The world's closing in..
    But, I still believe!!!