Don't u ever feel bored?
Doesn't ur boredom remind u of me?
Doesn't the little strokes of ur brush
Remind u of our hush
When we used to talk on our phones
When the whispers melted, babies felt it
With Tiny tiny hands, n cute small faces
Could u spell my tears, as my blood races
I wish I could taste ur feelings now
See your thoughts,
touch your laughter
And try to connect the dots
It was 13 days in 13 heavens