Faded roads, with my empty cores,
Memories reloads, creating sores
Few miles, with some smiles,
Connecting the dots, as textiles.
staring at, the roadsides
A scene, hit in my mind,
The smile, come up with a line,
Which reminds me, our fight.
Mind plays, your video clips,
Hoping for, that glimpse,
Good, goes besides,
i am passing, where you resides.
The roads seems like never ending core,
Which penetrates me on my memories of sore,
The journey seems easy at that time,
Without you, i am becoming a single straight line.