Sunday, March 9, 2008

Mirror Talk


Sitting at the bottom with you. Feeling like a freak. I need the sun to shine upon your face, I need you to be true. Clouds are what you are. Changing all the time, changing your shape, your colours, and when I reach out there’s nothing there.

Grow up, I’ve been telling you to grow up.

I’m tired of clasping your hand in mine, being there every time. Your lips don’t move, your eyes don’t speak. Days are passing us by. The world is spinning out my time.

5 comments:

Jasmine said...

I love the "sky and flyover" picture!

Rohit Talwar said...

Strangely, this reminds me of the conversation we had the other day. Erm.

thatguy. said...

maybe its time to take over the world and time , make it revolve around you,at your will and there shall be no clouds,the sun will shine in all its glory.
PS: its also more fun!

push said...

@ jazz- i love you!

@ rohit- Hmm. i'm wondering why.

@ thatguy-:) Maybe.

thatguy. said...

glad it was considered.=D