Do you?

 Sometimes in the daytime,

feeling the warmth of the sun,

my worries seem to disappear,

and I feel a new life's begun.

 

Happiness is all illusion,

an unreal mirage, it's fake,

as the pain returns to haunt me,

each night as I lie awake.

 

Shedding hot tears, pining for you,

sitting on the cold floor, 

waiting for you to walk in,

with my eyes gazing at the door.

 

Sitting here I can't help but wonder,

do you ever think of me?

Don't you feel the love I have,

or do you just pretend not to see?

~Rachit~

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