I go mad with anticipation

Pain, longing: I must say.

Smudged with tears, and I want say there are few mad things as they.

I want sit hours and hours,

Just in a tight embrace,

And listen to

your heart beats.

There are days, I miss you this bad.


And want cry my heart out.

My need and want of you is taking toll on me.


Let us, sneak out?


About Sumita Jetley

I had never thought that writing takes such a heart in me. I never had thought that I and it would be in each other but suddenly I as well know, life is never without it be, expressed and relished in its foremost quiet beauty.
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