Perfect

And in his eyes
You’ll see the candid stars
Falling for you and only at you.

Nights Like This

I can feel
Your absence.
Isn’t that in itself
A kind of presence?

Dear You- I

Life goes on and although you may fail to realise this now, but one day everything will make sense. Everything!

At Times

The emptiness we hide. You know it, right?
But
At times. It happens, though, its actually all right. It might actually be.