It's getting late
rain its on its way
we getting old as the days goes on.

Writing memories
Writing our worries
too tired to care
too dumb to realise we are rare

Look onto your mirror
Don't apply the filler
Nor make up
Just you as you wake up

I know you're beautiful
Can't be more thankful
For I met you
else how would I love to say- i had heaven on earth

Too bad we; people of imperfections fall for innocent humans'
I know you don't care any hint
Coz wat you've is my pure love

How sad is it,you met me
how happy am I,
I met you
just like novels you read
Just like fantasy movies you watch

Am sorry