And the world is a beautiful place again. And the world is a beautiful place again.

In the end, that's what we all are, Lost souls pretending to be shooting stars. In the end, that's what we all are, Lost souls pretending to be shooting star...

How will you be remembered? When decades have gone by And a thousand unsynced footsteps Pas... How will you be remembered? When decades have gone by And a thousand unsyn...

And maybe that's what I do to people I love. Push them away. Or beg too loudly for them to st... And maybe that's what I do to people I love. Push them away. Or beg too l...

4 A.M. thoughts Forget-me-nots A poem inked From me to you. 4 A.M. thoughts Forget-me-nots A poem inked From me to you.

This poem is about a person who is hurt and hoping it would be fine one day This poem is about a person who is hurt and hoping it would be fine one day

Show me all your colours and I'll show you mine. Because someday you'll leave and I'll run back ... Show me all your colours and I'll show you mine. Because someday you'll leav...

Nothing ever ends poetically, It ends and we turn it into verses... Nothing ever ends poetically, It ends and we turn it into verses...

You didn't say a word on the way back and for once, I let the silence fill the emptiness in both of ... You didn't say a word on the way back and for once, I let the silence fill the e...

But sometimes I wonder if there exists a universe where you don't have to think twice before express... But sometimes I wonder if there exists a universe where you don't have to think ...