Some times for no reasons..
Sometimes for endless..
It tickles down...
Through the cheeks....
When Its hurt by..
Someone's harsh words...
Some broken dreams...
Or may be just a memory..
Or perhaps..
When you cant justify..
What you feel..
Exactly the way you feel it..
It might be worth a million..
OR could not be there as well..
It might be for someone..
Or none at all..
It could be soaked...
On the pores of pillow..
Or it could be covered..
By arms you trust..
It could be endless...
Continuing with nights...
Or it could be a moment..
When you feel..it..
Yet in those moments...
You feel lonely...
And desire..someone...
Who understand your language..
A language of care...
A language or trust..
A language of importance..
And of love.!
