And maybe the finest of words are meant to be woven again and again, Over time, but only in mind. To laugh at, and then to cry about. To mourn and to bleed. But, internally.
When I die, Mix some of my ashes With the ink. And with it Write love, write pain, Pen down every thought You ever refrained. Because I couldn't bleed red, Let me bleed blue. Everytime, with you.
With gleam, the big beautiful eyes, Hiding the sadness, And the lies. Small lips enclosing the untold stories tightest, That's what a doll does, still smiling the brightest.
The more I try to stay alone, The more of your thoughts linger on my mind. And I let you. Because, isn't this the kind of loneliness I always cherished. You and me, Like we promised. In our vows, Together, Forever!
While I was Burnt alive To make way inside Through the scars Some forgotten And some scratched Again and again Over time Only to soothe My soul With the warmth Of love, Deep in the eyes I could see myself Burning more and more Annihilating into ashes Only to come back Like a phoenix In love.