The Bullish You.. - A Poetic Mind

When you stumble,
I weep.
When you fly high,
Sorrow gets sweeped.

Every morning I think of you,
Waiting for surprises out of the blue.
Afternoons I rush to see,
If you will leave me with any grief.

I love your curves,
The Bullish you,
May you rise,
And I look upto you.

Weekends I miss you,
More than anyone else do.
Why are you so cruel,
And ignore me too.

Monday morning arrives,
Again I long for you.
Chucking away everyone,
I stare at you.

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