• nishanka 5w

    Nostalgia strikes me hard
    As I remember standing under roof
    Looking at the pouring rain
    With a heavy heart
    And drenched clothes
    Wishing you will be there
    Not to hold me, but for
    Getting a small glimpse of you
    Your smile that will make me
    Forget all the sorrows
    But you weren't there
    And I stood there
    Sobs choking my throat
    And love draining my soul
    No, you will not be there
    Not to wipe my tears
    Not to mend my shattered dreams
    Because you were not mine
    And we were not meant to be

    -Nishanka

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