• aashi_writes 36w

    On days like these
    I wonder
    If you would not have been
    The hue of my dreams
    Would I be equally happy?
    Or a bit sad
    Like a bird
    Longing for its experiences
    To be heard?
    Its silence
    To be learned,
    Its loneliness
    To be shunned
    And its heart
    To be hushed!
    And on days like these
    I just wonder about
    All the wild possiblities.