... to my muse
Saturday, July 23, 2011 at 11:30pm
Wondering lonely in the crowd
I saw him turning around
He was a sweetheart, cute and nice
His unmanaged hair anyone would notice outright
His smile was enough to make the heart skip a beat
He could enter ur mind without a sound or peep
And he possessed the art of getting in ur system, very deep.
Oh! How I miss him when he is not around
He wants words, cannot hear the silence that does its rounds
There are things words cannot explain
And my feelings for him surely is one of them
For all those who have ears, let them hear
This guy is special, thats clear….
This is 4 william, who is my muse. William, I know I suck and to publish this I wish u luck(oh!that rhymes)
-Manvi Manisha