6 months
6 months Standing on your door, It's been 6 months to me, And in those 6 short months Ive looked at changing weather, People, time and moments, But not me. I've looked at that tree in front of your house, Shedding its leaves for my misery, Youve been deaf to the songs those birds have crooned for me. You've bothered me unknowingly with the little that you gave, Oh my, I still remember the feeling of kissing your face, You've forgotten the bold stories I told you with no regrets, Or the trust I had on you than the rest, Or it was a dream, a dream that I'm going to live for a lifetime, With a tear of mixed feelings in my eyes. Those creaking sound of your door Or that fragrance on you, I've kept like a rose petal in between pages of a book, They are hard earned memories, I've kept them safe. No matter what you say, every drop of love I've spent on you is not a waste. Remember the first coffee we