Since you’ve been gone… Every morning when I get out of bed, I look into the mirror hoping to find my smile. But as usual, no smile. I look and I look, but it’s nowhere to be found. I keep my eyes peeled whereve I go, but still no luck. When I try to think just where it might be… I can’t help but wonder.. if maybe you know where I left my smile, ’cause the last time I saw it, I was with you.
Missing you everyday my Bacha,
| Buzo |
| 25, Nov 2011 |
| Pankaj Manocha |