You make my day

Following is a short poem from an instance of my so callled bitchy life. It was, of course adolescence that I've realized now.

You're away

Still the budding twigs gives me the pleasure of your presence

Though I can't talk to you

Still I catch your splendid voice in my ears

I can't see you

Still I make you resemble with every face and cheer

Dumbstruck, gaping everyone

I do kill time

They call me insane 

As now you can't be mine

I'm still on my way

I see you everywhere, everyday

JUST BECAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE LINE, IT'S EVERYDAY THAT YOU MAKE MY DAY.