Whos Singing,

Whos Singing



Today, I had a cup of coffee with you,
Talking about things that you would dismay,
Me it was or who would be,
Be the one, who would care you to be,
At the top, oh my love, oh my love.

Please understand
The things I want to say,
or make me understand,
The things that spinning me up,
The things that spinning me up.

Tomorrow, I'm leaving everything
even myself what I am.
Me it was or who it would be,
Be the one, who would care you to be,
At the eyes, into the hearts, Oh my love.

Please understand,
or make me stay here with you,
so I would understand.
The things that creepin me inside,
the things that creepin me inside.

Oh Lord, I'm so thirsty,
Please quench me,
else I shall die,
Now whos singing for you.
Its not me, its not me.



PS: I wrote these lines couple of years back, and I happen to read it since then, but I'm really not able to figure out, what these line means and what it meant to me at that time. I do not write poems, but I wirte rarely upon my mood.

hmm.. written for ur love. great poem counselor.

nice poem couselor...

nice poem keep it on