That Fleeting Feeling of Longing
Why would you stare into my eyes?
It’ll keep a hold on me
While you’ll leave me behind
Unrequited this story will be
Just like in the past I couldn’t be-
“someone’s muse but they were mine”
My face will turn gray again
And this feeling will die in a million times
Copyright © Maanvinder Pilania | Year Posted 2025
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