Tuesday Afternoon

By Sanjana K Shenoy

if u can love me on a Tuesday afternoon.

when every speck of dust blows on my face,

when my world crumbles down,

when my compass points me to a different direction,

when my coffee gets cold and forms a layer of disappointment,

when my hands are trembling by the weight of carrying everything,

when my eyes are an empty lake, when my breath turns shallow,

when my cinnamon pie is half baked,

when my apple juice is just a little overflowed,

when Cinderella's shoes do not fit me,

when my wings take time to grow,

when I have lost sight of home.

If u can love me on a Tuesday afternoon,

u have my heart.

By Sanjana K Shenoy