Sunday, 9 August 2015

An year older fool.

The clock has striked

And a new age has come
A new wrinkle, a new black spot

The older, the better, they'd say
So my facebook's full
And the texts and call

Isn't it true of the world,
That what you hide is 
Indeed a celebration

But you haven't called yet.

Oh, look at me
I'm an year older fool. Today,
An year older fool.

Expecting the ruin
You won't call, but text?
Tonight, I'm craving the words
You never said
Looking for your voice in those happy bdays. 
Looking for your smile in those smileys.

It is my ruin, oh lover. 

That there is no love. 
Even today.

How do I welcome this new age, without you. 

'Wish me already' I mutter under my breath

This burden is year older
This wait, this lorn Is year older

Look at me. 

I'm an year older fool.

No comments:

Post a Comment