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.

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

in defence,
seek pretense.

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.