You smell of scorched bushes,
and you thought of stars as poets...
Our voices fell silent.
On your side of the world...
The boy traveled far
hearing the Soul of the World...
Music perished into dust
as I paused for a moment...
I shouldn't react, yet I do!
I should feel no pain, yet I do...
Music, birds
death and life...
Let me see your brilliance
Let me see your light...
Every single time the pen
scratches its tip against the paper...
I feel like I'm empty inside
There is definitely a void...
The empty bottles sitting on the counter top
Reminding me of the eventful night before...
I love you like a star, dear
with auspicious eyes and falling lines...
Lost in my literal obsession, I pen you down
with absolute hunger to title my new book...