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

Moving on from "just a crush"
Feels like a soft cold breeze forcing me to blink
like a caramel with bitter taste
The whole world gets quiet
Everyone gets blurred out
Vison gets so clear for that second
u walk past them
And everything stops
The minute hand won't move
Like the feeling of being in this world for the first time
The realisation ur going home from the beautiful vacation
Like a butterfly u wish to see it again but u never do
Those eyes were never just the "eyes"
Words never enough to tell u my bleeding heart

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

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