If you've stood longer than normal in shower feeling hot drops on your cheeks than cold,
If you've felt an unknown entity clinging your neck with each step you take to future then you know what I'm talking about.
If you've learnt to suppress your emotions around people you love and soaked you pillow,
If you've made yourself distant from your family just to make it easier on them and suffered alone then you know what I'm talking about.
If you've felt music not being able to cure your mood and lyrics sound all monotonous to you,
If you've learned no drugs, no amount of alcohol can fix your soul then you know what I'm talking about.
If you've swallowed down pills just to be saved by a series of miracle vomits,
If you've got scars on your body you lie to people about then you know what I'm talking about.
If you've never shared your thoughts with someone just because it might be too much,
If you've made peace with the fact that it's not others at fault but just you then you know what I'm talking about.
And if you really know what I'm talking about just know that I'm cursed to write about it while you are unable to speak up.

As I got off the tube in London and
Climbed my way onto the ground I saw,
The increasingly tempestuous but melodious
rain collide with Thames like shiny little gems.
The aroma of sweetness abroad the air,
Led me to a small bakery on a secluded street,
And through the display window I saw you,
Sweeter than any pie, cupcake or pastry.

All of this feels strange and untrue,
but here I'm am in Chicago winters with you.
Where windows oversee the frozen lake
And snow glows on streets at daybreak,
As we sit in front of the fireplace,
blankets covering us as on your
arm I lay my face.

'Hold your phone this way for a better capture' he corrected and thus it all began.
Never did it cross my mind that I'll end up loving him so much hadn't it been the little things he did and said.
Apologizing for someone else's mistake guided me towards the road to fall for him,
He put me at more ease each second on our first date at the films.
Walking for a few moments after practice ended each day,
Kissing me first time on the night of our show seems only like yesterday.
I've done so many crazy things with you with no regrets of any kind,
If I could go back in time it'll still be you with whom I'll intertwine.

A tear trickled down my eye,
He was there ready to make me smile,
With one of his witty and allusive remarks.
I won't be lying if I say that
He has the potential of turning grey to
All of the colors of a rainbow's arc.

Posing naked in front of the mirror,
Practicing dance moves with you,
Watching movies lying on your back,
Eating new stuff that we never had.
While tracing back my happy days,
I'll write it down with glitter.

Is it strange or is it true that only when
Our present isn't gratifying
And the future isn't inspiring
That we recourse to our past.