Tonight
Posted by akhandsi on March 17, 2015 · Leave a Comment
Cold and warm is this night
I look at you, we are perfect tonight
Tipsy and shaken, hiding from the light
Broken and lonely with a song of cry
I touch you when you ask
You touch me and I break my mask
Isn’t it justified, the likeness we hold
It’s you what I want tonight, not a chest of gold
When you look at me and I look at you
There is the miracle I once thought would never be true.
© Akhand Singh, 2015 © An Empty Glass, 2015
