You and me,
A story formed,
But a story untold.
Woven with obscurity,
Woven with amour.
Woven to be shredded.
Would you breathe,
Knowing, the story we formed in our lost souls,
Would vanish before materialising?
Would you continue dreaming this story,
Knowing it will remain lost in your nothing box?
Would be you by my side,
Knowing I’d vanish too,
Like the story we wrote,
From every beat of our endearment,
A passion lost before found,
And turning to ashes before catching fire.
You and me,
we can breathe together yet far apart.
You’re turning into the ever burning flame of a stealth fire,
burning every cell, every soul of my soul,
Making me sway,
Like an afternoon of pure summer dream.
I can see the rainbow of our story,
Appearing in the midst of dense dark clouds,
Colouring our lives in the darkest of our nights,
And vanishing without leaving a tinge of color but a revived soul.
Stay by my side,
I don’t want to open my eyes yet,
To face the blinding light of a dead reality.
Hold my hand,
Before I materialise into thin air.
Before I forget to see the unseen colours,
In our ever forming ever lost untold story.
Can’t you see,
We’re the epitome of perfect dreams.
We’re there, peaceful,
Yet tearing each other away with our distance,
With our ever present yet never found devotion.
But just pure bliss of unsaid feelings,
Finding their home in our broken hearts,
Finding our souls,
Forming blind connections,
And keeping us blind towards them.