The star I once wished upon,
To be your favourite song
Turned out dead;
Burnt away aeons ago,
Yet ignited in illusion,
Light years apart,
Just like our Love.
© Suranya
The star I once wished upon,
To be your favourite song
Turned out dead;
Burnt away aeons ago,
Yet ignited in illusion,
Light years apart,
Just like our Love.
© Suranya
For all the times I ever bled,
'Coz it wasn't in red.
They never noticed
The droplets blotted
On ink and paper,
And became Art
They couldn't decipher.
© Suranya