[Thanks to Jitin for suggesting the title.]
The dunes have changed their shape,
many a time,
Yet I wonder when I see you again,
Why aren't you mine?
The courage I could not gather,
to tell you how I feel,
Piercing pain they cause when they fall,
My tears, on wounds time couldn't heal.
I don't want to see you again,
With myself, I strike a deal,
Yet I crave to talk to you,
Feelings I've wanted to avoid, now I want to feel.
I want you to look into my eyes,
but you don't.
I want you to tell me you love me,
but you won't.
I stand there, listening to you,
Soothed, maddened by your voice.
When you talk about all things other than me,
I haven't got a choice.
Want to listen to the music all night,
but its got pretty late.
You get up and take a different street,
while at the crossroads I wait..