I trace your veins like roads on a map
Your eyes are oceans...

It's 4am but we are awake
Sat together in the attic, your arm around me...

I hit the road, with nothing but a rucksack slung...
And her hand warm in mine...

"I'm sorry" was all they could say
Regardless of their good intentions...

"Meri payal! Meri payal!"
The little girl cried, pointing to the glistening...

Hey, ugly girl
You got your...

He sips his coffee
Staring out of the window...

I used to hate the mirror and love the scars
A symbol of my own self-loathing...

She wore your promise like a rose pinned to her...
"He will come back to me" she'd tell her...

I was born a poet
And, as a young child...

My boots keep me weighed down to Earth;
They prevent me from dancing among the stars...

Slashed hearts give way to slashed wrists
Their pain is hidden behind closed doors...