Mr. Thunderbolt


I felt for him without knowing;
Without understanding
I think about him this time,
And all day and while
I have nothing to say.
Nothing for crave

I have him just him.


They say I live for him,
My love is filled till brim.
What about him
Will he ever know his sin?
 Will he ever come to you?
Or is it just your ecstatic woe!
But I say I have him just him.

I know he will never come,
I know that he will come
My mind is fickle
Till the time he come and tickle
How does he look like?
I don’t know! But he is there
‘Cuz with his each breath I survive.


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