Beautiful things don't ask for attention
Like the daisy on the ground
Or butterflies with tiny dots
Like humans with goodness
Are always adored nd admired
In the right eyes
I hope that's u. I hope that's lord

Will the story end
Even when the writer isn't ready?
Will u leave me even when I didn't say bye?
It is what it is, says love.

"Are u drunk?"
"I'm a poet"
I answered beneath my breath⁠•

I think I'm in love, again
I'm scared to unfold the truth which hide behind those curtains
I don't wanna unwrap the emotions which is holding me back
I still see the wound burning alive

I hate this feeling
But I want it more than anything.

Wt are the odds?
Out of 7 billion people our eyes met
I always tried to reach the blooming flower
But ended up dying with the thorns
As I watched my heart sink in the ocean of blood
And u walked away from the corner of my eye

How eerie it is?
One thinks it's a waste of time
Another as sacred
One longs to feel it
The other hate the feeling
Like a flower blooming
It dies one day
But we remember its colour
How ironic, we get it when we don't want
And lose it when we want It the most
Just because we crave for the cofee doesn't mean they crave it at the same time
And it's not only for coffee