• sruthakeerthikarri 10w

    I get drunk with your presence...

    My yesterdays asked me,
    Where you are…
    Myself overlooked me,
    If you are not by me…

    I know you are my drug.
    I know you are my escape.
    I know you are not meant for me.
    I know you are my guilty pleasure.

    But still, you are my savior…
    From my own house haunting me,
    From the walls of my own room crushing me.

    But you are my only defender…
    From my own bleeding heart,
    From my own living hell.

    But you are my only guardian angel…
    Helping me hold myself together,
    Aiding me at least to fall asleep,
    Anchoring me to you from behind.

    It breaks my heart not being with you.
    It’s hard to imagine my day without you.
    It’s even harder to take air in
    without you holding my hand.

    It’s tough to think that you
    won’t be there today, kissing me to sleep,
    It’s even hurtful to deal a nightmare
    without inhaling your breath.

    Yes, addiction is the word
    And I want you as a drug
    Yes, addiction is the word
    And I get drunk with your mere presence.

    -Keerthana