By Damien Basumatary
I can't deny,
the way it feels
I shouldn't lie,
it gives me chills
As I lay by the bedside
Hoping...
I consume the night
To and fro,
dusk till dawn
What fever have I worn?
Each and every other day
What more can I say?
Teary eyes and wide awake
Emotions...
I can't seem to shake
Oh my dear, hear me out
I'm not used to drought
But if you may light up the day
Make my time green again
Rid me of my needless strain
As I am whole,
when you're in my burning arms-
a little warmth in my soul.
By Damien Basumatary
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