On a bright Sunday morning,
Waking up to sun-kissed flowers
Reminds me of your face every hour.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My dawn begins with writing a song for you
While sipping my favorite Tennessee booze.
But it is hard to write
When life is filled with blues.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t know why
I can\u2019t move on when
You aren\u2019t here,
Even for a short while.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, I came looking for you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I set my eyes to sail,
Traveling several hundred miles
To see your dainty little face
Hiding behind a star-studded silvery veil.
This might sound like a fairy tale, but
It\u2019s just a soulless poem
Penned by an Indian male.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Life gets easier when someone hands me an empty glass
And fills it with extra a\u00f1ejo tequila for straight shots.
But all I have is a frail heart
Surging with your thoughts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Have I ever told you that the moon never blinked while watching you?
Because it loves when you blush pink,
Just like I do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was no need for Mexican pot when
A mere wink from you got me high enough;
It made me believe that even penguins could fly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It is hard to find a bond with the deepest roots.
Everything went pretty smooth until
Adam found the forbidden fruit,
Just like the lies that found their way back to the truth.
I should have never skipped playing the flute,
And now I am left with a broken tooth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I always craved your voice; it has always been music to my ears.
It felt like waiting for an Ed Sheeran track for more than a year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You tied me with your tiny little eyes
When I had already fallen in love with your voice.
You took me under your skies
When solitude was my prime choice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No matter how much I write,
I could never come up with a poem
As beautiful as you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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