are you and I,
just strangers in the night?
trying with all our might
searching for the light,
that once shined so bright?

You came to me,
In small box with holes.
We dreamt,
To go out on a million strolls.
You were a precious ball of sunshine,
The best boy who was truly mine.
All the dreams that we aspired,
Are now just mere dreams.
For you came to me in a small box,
And left just a week later.
Your exit created wounds,
Which won't heal for a million moons.
Life will never have the same shine,
Without the presence of someone truly mine.

Looking up, to the crimson moon.
Reminds me of my open wounds.
Brighter stars up on dark skies,
Beckon to my dark sides.
The flower of hope starts to wither,
I find myself at the bottom of this river.

He is one with a scarred past,
A harbinger of bad things that were to come.
Silent to opinions of strangers.
He who called family was decisions of fate.
Lowered with labels, suppressed feelings.
Titled "Man" by the noose called society.
He suppressed it down, playing it low.
Until, he met her, who comforted his soul.
Gave him hopes and lit his world.
Pulled him up from the clutches of darkness,
Stood by him, Became his anchor.
For every storm they faced,
Every lonely night they made it through with a smile.

I blamed god,
For every problem that came our way.
But what I did to you,
Makes me want to stay away.
Not from your presence,
But from civilization.
For the guilt that followed,
Has become an albatross.
One so large and heavy,
Forcing me on my knees when I wear it.

A lonely, dark place,
Which was termed my life.
Was filled with angelic light,
When you entered.
Little did I realise,
That I did nothing for the light.
Now back to a lonely, dark place,
Which was termed. My life.