Everything I got, gets better and better again,
With awe, the eye gets wetter and wetter again...
Am hard & on the edge of sane,
I don't wanna hit the road again.
I'd rather ride on your smile,
And sail on your touch...
I'll talk to your eyes,
That I Love you so much.
If you go away,
And I know that you Must...
There shall be nothing left,
For me to ever trust.
There will be nothing full,
But so much empty space...
You will have that look,
On your empty face.
But if you still go away,
I may not even cry...
With an big open smile,
I would bid you Good-bye.
-Vaibhav K.
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