I breathe

I breathe for your presence
Absence is such a agonizing slow beat
A pang in the pin drop silence

Holding thy hand since adolescence
Devouring the summer peach, fresh and sweet
I breathe for your presence

But the other hand that works earns a pittance
It is mess here, even a garden soil isn't neat
A pang in the pin drop silence

A movement, a quietness spells like riddance
Waking up by window the birds beamed and tweet
I breathe for your presence

Scratching the ink in paperworks for licence
Heaps of gazes and alienation is all I eat
A pang in the pin drop silence

Weary legs, my roots shall sink for balance
Where is spring waters that seeps to calm this heat
I breathe for your presence
A pang in the pin drop silence