In these forlorn solitary nights,
When the wind becomes mellow,
& the lamp light goes somber.
When the silence becomes profound,
& my inside goes fathomless,
I miss You, I miss You…
Every memory, looking out of the window,
makes me seem empty somehow,
Shiny stars with gleaming light,
but me & these dreary nights,
I miss You, I miss You…
Your dark-brown hazel eyes,
The sensually ruffled single-shouldered gown,
The round bound curvy-hips,
The nicely clumped convexed legs,
The black 2.5 inch stiletto,
Make my spirits go boisterously wild…
Remember the first time I kissed,
so nervous I nearly missed.
My inner-juvenility wanting to experience,
the shades of your beauty,
that you covertly desist…
Now when the rain, patterns against the window,
& the mist in the air engulfs my thoughts.
The final puff becomes a drag,
& ceremoniously the Vodka meets the ice,
Not stirred but shaken, I gulp it down
Once, twice, thrice…
The clock strikes 3,
& another night retreats,
But deep down my heart,
Is a silent beat,
saying,
I miss You, I miss You...
