“Nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.”
It’s raining like crazy,
I am cold and feel ghastly;
To be lonely on such a day,
When all blues have turned grey.
Sitting by the patio;
I glance through shadow
Of the raindrops, playing at with me,
Beyond the marquee.
I gaze at my piano, it reflects the red,
Of the satins furrowed on the bed;
My desires turn sinful,
Abruptly; with an irresistible pull.
My thoughts racing towards you,
Coz, it’s you, I always look to.
It’s raining like crazy;
Let’s curl up being sluggish and lazy.
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