When the clock strikes one
and catches me
eating a Bun.....
past midnight
no one else in sight.....
it smiles at me
teases me
for being alone
since you have gone
tells me
I look rowdy
an alcoholic
look
as if straight out of a mob....
what can I do ?
when I am attracted
only by you..
seek attraction
only in your eyes.....
the only witness
(unfortunately silent)
to my pain and agony
being muffled out
on
a wet pillow
are my muted sighs....
when the clock strikes one
and
catches me
eating a Bun.....