
By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
words canāt tell you how I feel
that is just the deal I made
when you gave me it all and I was too afraid
Iād never find someone else
oh, I might be going to hell for this
but you were so hard to miss
sunlight streaks through your hair
weāre growing older, I donāt care
Iāll still shine your shoes, Iāll carry the bags
never thought Iād be the one to drag you close by
my eyes still sparkle, and you wonder why
I canāt speak
I canāt say
whatās been running through my mind all day
but thatās just the deal I made
when I was too afraid
that Iād never find someone else
oh, I might be going to hell for this
but you were so hard to miss