When you said , ‘will you?’

I wanted to say ,’I was dying to’;

All this while , I was just wondering,

what went wrong?

how could it mean nothing to you?

but yet again you prove me wrong,

and I am so glad,

you are the storm.

Sometimes we wait outside patiently,

for now we know it will take time,

but our turn would come and it would be nothing

but perfect something.

You know I was wishing just the same

thanks for listening

oceans wouldn’t  dry up now

smiles wont die now.

Its like setting the soul free

I am free from the stabbing now

I feel like I had a bad dream,

and now its all pretty much over, the scream.

how could it mean nothing to you?

but yet again you prove me wrong,

and I am so glad,

you are the storm.

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