In the mess of sensation
You forget yourself
When your cheeks were imprinted
With my lipstick stains
Didn’t you forget yourself?
In those arms with warm embrace
You lose yourself
When you were held so tight
Didn’t you completely lose yourself?
In the mess of anguish, stress and pain
You strive to plant hope
Didn’t you want to water it too?
In the mess of life,
You struggle to find those tiny happiness
I dare.
Dear, that’s why I smile ((:
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Dear Sweta Baniya,
Each of your words touches “The Mutu”. Mutu matters 🙂 Please keep writing ( you will surely). You are the best writer of mine.
With love,
Fan forever
You are such a sweetheart – Thank you for reading me ❤
In the mess of smile I address people. Wonderful write.
Messed smile to address people. Wonderful write.