Miles away
He is jotting down some words.
Here she thinks of him,
Sitting alone in chaos!

Thinking of him bringing her some peace Making her clustered mind in lease.

Like he says, he is hard to be loved
And as hard as to love back
But once he does,
His love never lacks.

He smiles,
When she cries.

Asking, how can she be so weak?

But then he breaks down in her arms,
In those crestfallen summer nights!


About Runaway Lassie

We all have stories. Stories from childhood, growing up, our young days and mid years of adulthood, and eventually growing older... Life is so interesting, isn't it? I'll try my best to blog as much as I can, everyday.
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