(a poem on casual sittuationships, by Sheenam Sharma)
Everytime you leave without a goodbye,
Leaves this soul, full of desires, left to untie…
Longing for the next sight of joy,
Counting the days that take forever to fly by…
The hazel in your hair, the innocence in your eyes,
Oh, how it makes my body scream a cry…
Wanting you to stay, escaping this lie,
Still can’t hold you from finding your next high…
From a you, to an I,
If only, I could try,
To alter the reality, and prepare to rely…
