I think i know what it is

I think i know what it is
But afraid to admit it
We talk, we chat, we laugh, you cry
Its not worth it, i have explained it, but still WHY?

I think i know what it is
But afraid to admit it
Being the distance though i still can feel your beats
Connected through strings, regardless we meet

I have told you once then
And i say it to you now again
When you’re sad and when you’re lonely and you haven’t got a friend
Just remember that its not the end

I can feel your beats,
And can sense somethings amiss
That’s when i asked you today again and again
And offered you a hug though not a kiss

You say you can spend your life with me
Gosh ! You have a lot of faith in thee
Its just that i cant see you cry
I cant explain this to myself, WHY?

We count the positives and negatives
The pluses and minuses
Having a gala time, miles apart
Without any booze or any sedative

Just match making for each other
Overlooking a hunch
That we can be together.
Its a thought, a random hunch

I think i know what it is
But afraid to admit it
For its you i feel i have longed since ages
Flipping through time and its countless pages.

I think i know what it is
But afraid to admit it

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