When great souls die, dreaming of stars Incarnating their starlight in cosmos Flowing beats, harmony in fallen zephyr Dusk seems quieter, painted crimson sky Mourning sparrows, symphonies of battles Devils raining tears, torrential downpour While angels stitch wings with mementos Seldom masquerades by doleful nights, Slumber lost to all believers Albeit cocoon of their creations remain Turning into butterflies of memories Inspiring felicity in tomorrows Embers ignited, ashes forming rebirths Every fragment aches to relay munificence Greats souls die only to be born again, On repeat, prevailing upon the universe Thriving thoroughly along timelines Watering cicatrix, blooming flowers And when i read through their tapestries Stories feel utopian, an unbridled obsession Making me deeply wonder Do their ashes lay a rebirth too?
Find me barefoot, A lost runaway bride Running away from the world Veiled with monotony
You said girls like me Are expected to defy the gravity Of unfiltered expectations, Clumsy fingers of mine Forever Tying, untying A lifetime of apologies
I guess you know by now I wasn't born to match the sun, Yet, I want to lay down with her Without cursing the night, Listen, There are no magic tricks On its padlocked fists, Or shortcuts To dry paper cuts While we fall in love with our scars In an old fashioned way
So color me yellow, Let's leave the maybes At the door, Press the button Of new beginnings
As if we're running out of time, As if I've finally done something right, Shall we?