The Musician.
I have never loved a Musician.
I had loved you. And Him. And another You.
I am glad for all.
I had wanted him to sing me a song. For just me.
I had wanted him to sing us a song. Our Song.
I had wanted him to sing a song. To sing to Me only.
I am glad I never loved a musician. He would have just hurt too much.
I loved a Musician once, but not him. I loved him for his mousic.
Will I find you again?
I had loved another He. Bcoz he had music for me.
But he wasn’t a musician. And he Hurts, even now.
I have never loved a musician.Though I still have his chords.
1 comment:
I LOVE THIS BLOG!!!!! This post in particular reminded me of an old friend in Bangalore and my memory of the place about 7 years ago... when it was even more quaint and the concept of "one way" was still alien to me... :)
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