Our Love
Our Love
Our love was spilled on paper,
With moons and yellow stars.
It smelled of poetries and words
Erupted, from our broken hearts...
Like red roses and lavenders,
We were petals of different flowers.
Shining, kissing and bleeding
By the same old red scars.
So we cracked our souls from within,
And freed the fireflies from a jar.
Filled those crevices with ink
And let it write the story of ours...