You scroll there,
In your perfect life
With your perfect love
And yet her loose curls make you long.
Your perfect crisp shirt
Your razor sharp tongue
Your confident stance
Your golden chance
And yet her unkempt loose curls make you long.
Was it ever worth the change?
Was it ever worth the fame?
Was it ever worth the name?
Ofcourse her loose curls made you long.
- Abhishikta
