You approached me with a smile by holding a knife behind your back.
You made sure your words felt like home, only to burn it down slowly and calmly.
You made me believe you are different from others, only to realise later that you are con master in disguise.

As I map the curves of your body with my lips, I listen to your moan slowly.
I hunger to taste every inch of your skin from toes to between your thighs to your soft cleavage till your lips.
Your cries with pleasure is my new addiction, vaporising my lust.

We sowed a seed of friendship in the soil of our feelings.
It grew into a plant of love withering in the wind of your fears.
As days passed, it turned into a tree with fruits of betrayal and roots of doubts expanding deep into your heart.
You kissed me for one last time turning me into autumn leaves on a windy day.

Dearest shooting star,
Take me away with you to a place
where the rays of hope can't even tip toe through the dark clouds of despair,
where all the colors fade into grey to ally with my grave soul and
where every detail disappears into the shades of night
just to make his wish come true.

I will meet you on the bridge where sun kissed the earth.
I will hold you when sun rises in the west.
I will be with you when stars peep during the daylight.
I will kiss you when oceans don't give birth to seas.
I will love you when the sky goes to sleep without it's blanket of clouds.
I will be yours' forever and ever when my heart doesn't bleed red.

I wear my skin like a black shining armour
protecting myself from the scars left by you not letting anyone see,
holding secrets within me
leaving your mind to wander,
masking my pain
to reveal a perfectly imperfect me!!

Beautiful are your eyes.
Beautiful are your soul.
Beautiful is the way you, me and everyone fight their day-to-day life to see the sun shine brighter tomorrow.
Beautiful is you.