I dressed up new clothes and set my hair, just for you, my love, but you are gone, and for whom now I would get dress and go out.
The hot sun, in the noon and after when you were with me was like cool shadow for me. Now these streets seem burning hot. I never mind meeting your friends just because of you, but now these are stranger to me. There is no one like you, you were the soul of my pros and my poetry. Now words feel soulless. My heart is now deserted. I kept my empty room lit because