The Radio

Its cold and its all white,

Im trying some song to write.

Cant find the words, under the snow

seems the lyrics have hide.

You is all I can think of,

you have my mind occupied.

Perhaps there is a way 

to turn the clock around.

to the time back, where 

I don’t have to hear this sound.

This sound I hear, is the sound of nothing

“you are not around” 

the emptiness is screaming.

You will keep me warm, 

you will keep me safe..

so much you will do..

there were promises you made.

In my hands, In my arms

In my soul, I feel cold.

love has been traded perhaps
promises have been sold.

Every moment of everyday

I wait for you to come this way.

I wish the radio would go off again..

i wish you would wake me up again.

for the old time’s sake i shall still wait..

I just hope you’ll be back before its too late.

Nisha

02/03/2011