I read pretty words from lovers cross the globe-
pen etchings with ink pen tear stains...
Touch me,
I am turmuric and lemongrass...
You are my sunshine
My whole World revolves around you...
We are thousands of miles away.
Months keep flying by without you...
I want you and
I don't...
I shouldn't be afraid to lose you
You weren't mine to begin with...
after I journey
life's melancholic ocean...
I still wake up
with a fire for you...
They said we wouldn't last
and they waited...
The cheerful chirps are fewer now
Proud plumage plucked and bare...
Under a moonless cloud
You shift along my spine...
Throughout the years
they grew together...