Days were now dwelling on to some patetic poetry
Eva was disappearing some where
We ofently met each other at the room
As if to gloom
Once in a blue moon
As if Sweety
was doing some duty
Now the gap in between the bed
was too widened now
She had food when I am hungry
And I was tenesed as I thought she could readdressed mine
The room was looking pink
But it did grew pale and blue
when I did thought that the waves of sadness splurging upon me
And such loneliest I am I felt
Now that Eva was not giving me reply
Whenever I did try
All those days were numbered as a prisoner prisoned in a prison cell
And sometimes when I talk
Sweetly we start
But end with argumentry dart
And yes I was missing mine love
V