Paint me with ignorance, Because I love that pain I get. I’m addicted to it as much, As I am addicted to you. You’re always forgiven. Paint me with hatred, And I would still look, Into those brown eyes, Which are those like pools of honey, Seen through
Sometimes I look at you, Not taking off that gaze, Upon you I place my sight. Just to think, How fortunate and blessed I am, To have a friend like you. To have someone to care about. We could hangout, All day long watching, Watching the streets glow, From
I’m just envious about myself, For there are million reasons, But one perturbed me, The most. It’s the notion, That kindles me alive, Of losing myself, Over you. I love the feeling, It’s just you in the conclusion. That kindles me alive, The
Their life is hard, As hard as bonded super glue. But in the meantime, It is also the sweetest. They melt your whole self, Neither with heat, Nor with fire, But with words of thoughts. They get inspired, By nature. They get distracted, By stature. They get obsessed, By
The fire is dead, The ember is gone, Lying down, Staring at the night sky, Looking into the stars, I close my eyes. With your hand, Inside mine. Our hearts entangled, Together with unfathomable, And Forever love.