I tried to move forward, my back ached
I flinched in ignominy, I fall back tiredly.
It is my wanton of hopes to engulf you into my warm embrace under this moonlit sky.
I would let your tears dry on my shirt, baby
But you anchored down the truths and lies and constraints.
Now, I look into your eyes,
Dust of restraints
I am a stranger to your world
I want to make you mine, however.
But, the hardness of gravity is pulling me down
Furthur below your reach
I moved on, my back ached again,
I cried, my love, my love is restraint!

-Prerana