He dances to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
He waltzes around to the sound of her breath.

She keeps distance and readies her stance,
As he dips her to the ground and twirls her back into his arms.

They dance for as long as their song can last
For they both know, once they're off the stage.. They'll always remain apart.

If you were to die tomorrow.
I swear to give you half my life.
So, if you were to die again.
Your story will end after mine.

The darkness that seeps through
The curtains of my mind,
The insecurities that claw out
From the inside.
The fear of abandonment
That pushes me to the extremes,
The solidarity of my thoughts
Makes me scream.
The friends that turned into foe..
And the enemies that turned into friends
This circle of life
Surprises me to no end.
The endless lies and promises
That they refuse to keep,
The easy replacement of my friendship
Still stings me deep.
The apathy that starts to grow
With each passing moment,
Makes me resolute to be numb
And to end this torment.

Smoke and musk and a bit of spice
That was the fragrance of the cologne
He was wearing that night.

Black background and shiny lights..
That's what I saw in his endlessly
Dark charcoal coloured eyes.

Smouldering fire and goosebumps in sight
That's what his hands
On my back felt like.

Electricity shooting up my spine
And rendering me paralysed
That's what I felt when his lips brushed mine.

I've made a resolution to have a heart of steel.
I won't let anyone see how vulnerable I can be.
I won't let them know that how I cry myself to sleep.
I won't let them see even a speck of the emotions that I feel.
I'll master the art of a poker face.
I'll play the role of a heartless ***** who lacks faith.
I'll let everyone else think of me that way.
But for you.. only for you will I ever even consider to tear down my facade.

You refused to pick up my calls.
You made every attempt to steer away.
But, what is my persistent heart supposed to do?
When you stole it's essence and drifted away.
You left a hollow heart that constantly echoes your name.

Never tell a writer that you'll love them forever.
For them, forever isn't a lie. The idea of infinite love isn't a myth.
They have the power to string your love affair with such words that it'd last an eternity.
The fairytales aren't just fables, they serve to represent the existence of magic.
Never question a writer's love for you.. you know why?
It makes us insecure. We get worried that you're not able to find yourself behind every sentence that we write.
For us, you're not just special. You're our wild muse. You spark the creativity within us. And if that's not the biggest compliment, then I don't know what is!
We writers are a complicated cosmo of chaos and dreams. There is a constant urge to write, but there is no muse.
So, Darling please don't burden your pretty little mind.. Your mere existence is the reason as to why we write.