Be My End Card

May be you are the song -- 

Not sure! I might be wrong;

But I sing you for so long;

Holding on to you too strong;

Though you show no sign of light, 

In my sight, you shine so bright;

You slammed the door so tight 

In my face with all might; 

I stand still looking at the closed door,

As it was soothing for my heart's sore,

To be inside the warmth of your core; 

I misread all signs at your store,

For genuine interest in my trait,

When you just pitied at my plight; 

Though sympathizing is not in your trait, 

Or you kept saying so looking straight.

I shed some pearls from my tight-mouthed shells, 

You could have shut your door or ring the bells; 

But, you listened through all my traumatic swells;

You just left me with silent yells... 

Though your coldness freezes my feet; 

I dwell on you holding my heartbeat;

Hoping for a creek of light from your street, 

As I believe this to be just an interval beat. 

I am waiting for my beautiful end card,

With swelling joyous chord; 

When you lay down your guard,

As I hug you so hard...