What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
You must be a thief coz you stole my heart. You must be tired coz you''re always running through my mind. And maybe I''m a bad shooter coz I keep missing you.
My Silence doesn't mean I'm gone. My quietness doesn't mean I'm dead. But deep in my heart, anywhere &anytime, u r always remembered,cared, loved & missed.
What makes some people dearer is not just the happiness that we feel when we meet them but the emptiness we feel when they are not around us. I Miss U!
