Monday, November 28, 2011

No more stealing glances across a people filled room
No more  going to the moon and back on a broom 
Not that we care about the world ever, anyway
But now concerns for each other are also at bay
It's not like we completely change, or probably we do
Just, we don't always have each other to go to

No more praises, no more gifts
No more long conversations on a dreary shift
You don't tell me how I feel surreal like a dream
But that's not to say that you've stopped making me scream
Between the sheets and other places too
But we don't always have each other to go to

No more of 'us' being enough for sustenance
No more of sweet nothings for entertainments
There is nothing to worry about, though
We are just as great friends as we are foes
Only, once the two of us became one from two
Now we don't always have each other to go to

It's funny how romance gives way to reality, sooner or later.
I'm saving all my loving though;  am not yet a hater.