and when the night falls,
she pulls out a flask,
from the pocket of her thoughts,
add a few drops,
to the cup of her heart,
stir with the spoon of sighs,
sweeten it with sugar of her memories,
and every sip of it, reminds her,
the taste of your lies......

people say,
the person you sketch,
is the person you love,
if that is the parameter to measure love,
let oceans be my ink,
and skies be my pages,
they will not be enough,
but all they say is true,
then sit next to me,
and let me sketch you

here's to the friends ive lost
over stupid lies
and silly games

here's to the lovers long gone
in autumns haze
never to come back

here's to the family
who was never truly mine
just people who brought me to life

here's to me
who's never able to make myself happy
always dependent on someone else
who I'm too scared to let in

here's to the whole ******* world
the world that was supposed to bring me joy and comfort
instead leaving me in a place full of hate and loneliness

stabbed by the friends and people I love
the world is beautiful like a vibrant red rose
but every rose has its thorns