From The Quill

 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