Lost in the seas of you,
Enveloped by your warmth,
Coldness could only flee away.
Young still is our night,
Old we are by the edge.
A thought owned me for awhile,
Foolish really, but what can I say?
If one is sun, and other the moon,
Then here I burn relentlessly awaiting yor return.
If nightfall wailed for the moon,
Does every star in the sky hold into my tears that I shed for you?
Sunny it was, then cloudy it got,
But never have I been more petrified.
Your hands entwined in mine,
Only then I owned the world.
Grieving means admitting,
Mourning means relenting,
Neither thought I would be doing.
If a last moment meant forever,
Then rip all the shreds out of my heart.
If words were the judge of us,
Then never it sufficed nor it will..