a candle is lit;
ignited from angst,
malicious eyes are set,
challenging the fire.

curious eyes;
tries to **** it; with,
puff; this time around,
puff; they're so sure,
nope; they won't bother,
to read their lips.

soon it will be felt,
when skin meets embers;
trying to drown the light,
smoke between those eyes;
sets the twilight,
eyes are parched;
late to learn,
not to play with fire.

i fell in love with sky's blue,
stunned by mesmerizing view,
left enchanted with it's hue,
my only sky, that is you.

i've watched 677 fortnights,
and got bored 'til 678th came.
today i might see the merry lights,
dance, as it tells me it's strange name.
show wonders; of depths and heights,
no blunders, just spectacle or same.
to clear and flush all those petty spites,
watch betelgeuse get engulf with flame.

in defence,
seek pretense.