FADED

Thee were laying under the pale moonlight, Nor i, neither any of the soul can escape from this night. I wonder, if thou is made up from stars? Or the stars came there from afar. I was adoring the show of glitters, Thee were breath takingly sweeter. I blinked twice ; After thrice. I was on my napping mat, There were nothing but a flash; Of thee, in the room of my brain. So i write in the plain . I might feel burst , But that night was lust. My heart was aching, The memories were teasing. I suffered pleasure in gloom , It was accurst moon. I know i've to burn more, Waiting to pass hundred more hour. Till that night will come again, And i will refill my soul with the pain . I will stay in my bed, Desperate to have thee in my head.