The Morning

A Whimsical Mind originals

To the morning of my best night, somewhere in my mind,
I knew this one was very kind,
couldn't sleep the whole night,
couldn't let go something so fine.

It was different it was nice,
something I could have never find,
it's been a long time,
how come it still makes me smile.

She was brave she was scarred,
the most beautiful thing with a broken heart.
all I had to do was to hold her tight,
maybe she was right it was just that night.

I know I am late,
but I will always wait.
No wonder I am still trying,
maybe she is worth crying.

                                                                                       Himanshu Narang