Memory of that hope still I hold
the dreams which are still not old.
I sleep with a smile
guarding the last sight of you
in my eyes, enveloped within.
And I wish to wake up by the tickle
of your skin
and brush it off again
with the same smile
that you love to see.
But musing over the futility of my whim,
I cry let us sleep.
Let us sleep
through that unfulfilled dream
crushed though by me
I dare to ask you to leave..
I dare to ask you to leave..
