तुझे एक बार देखलु तो आँख भर आये ,
तेरी मुस्कान से मेरा दिल संवर जाए।
परदे से निकल ऐ मेरे हबीब ,
तेरे बिना ये मुरीद बेसुध-सा रह जाए।

hotly simmering in my veins,
just beneath the surface.
i'll have it any other way.

making small talk,
i'm acting as if i'm not adraid.
but i'm oh-so sick of
the talking, dancing around, ghosting.
rinse n' repeat,
i'm gonna keep this away.

but i want it,
but any other way.
'cause it's so nauseating
chatting, smiling, being a little flirt,
then curling up in bed.

and it is still simmering hotly, in my veins.

i'm on edge,
this i must confess.
i want, no i need to hold her face
i need the stars aligned today,
the cosmos leads my fate
and i need her in this place.

'cause it's blue and gray in here,
but she's my sunflower
could order the sun to face her,
such greatness...

and i would kneel for her, would stand by her,
would leave the rest away.

so i'll have it any other way...

I long to be known.
To be seen.
To be heard.

I long to be held,
In a comforting embrace,
And told that everything will be okay

I always thought someone would find me.
That it would be a perfect teenage romance,
Like you see in stupid fantastical films.

So I waited.
And waited.
And waited.

But no one came.

I was a naive fool.

Maybe it's just not meant to be.

Treading down a bleeding path, painting a picture with liquor from my veins.

I rest my head upon the branch of a tree, wilting away as the wind tears apart her oak core.  

I hear your voice in the drops of rain, drenching my shirt as your essence is washed away.

The moon, illuminating a shadow of what once was, pleading the voices of the night to free me from this everlasting nightmare.

Staring at an empty puddle, I see your face in my reflection.

The branches of the tree, grazing my neck, I feel the warmth of your lips touch my skin.

Your scent, lingering through my tears, framing my face the way your hands once did.

Holding you in my arms, squeezing you tightly and not letting go, I see the petals of roses, float down to my feet.  

Opening my eyes to see my arms bleeding.

Your beauty and warmth, piercing my skin with your hard-edged thorns.

Swimming in a puddle of rose-coloured yearning.

I lay under the mourning branch, deserted and void, the salt from my tears burning away at my skin.

I close my eyes and lay my hand out, letting the frost of the night, numb over my body.

Bleeding out, hoping one day you return to hold my frozen hand, pleading your warmth brings me back.