It's Like
It's like hot and sour soup.
It's like last noodle of shoop.
It's like banana jelly.
Which at night jiggles in my belly.
It's the blood running through my veins.
It's the anger which after time drains.
It's the voice numbing my brain.
It's the melody murmuring in my ear.
It's the warmness which sweeps away the fear.
It's the sand the hour glass.
It's the tension which in my heart causes a blast.
It's the darkest fear of losing him.
As he walk away from me.
And the lights get dim.
I love everyone's comment on my previous post Thanks alot for appreciating my work
Copyright © Hira Zeeshan | Year Posted 2013
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