written in the stars

Mom why did you concealed the truth from me, That I'm merely a second contender in their eyes? You said I'm worth it, like a priceless piece of art, But now look at me I'm colourless. You said I reminds me of the mighty moon, So you granted me a name A name now forgotten. You said I'm wise, strong and beautiful, So I clung to your words, With an innocent trust. Now I'm nothing Mom, Just shadow on the wall. Weeping upon the terrace  In your moon's gaze, like a helpless child.

You said you are a swift walker. but tonight you were at a leisure pace.  I asked why, you said you need time to embrace, side by side. I looked at you with a deep sigh. I watched your silent footsteps,  thought I could walk like this, to endless miles. My feet won't tire, with you  souls on rain. I delve into your eyes  like a child looking at the emptiness of a starry night, With the ardour to find a constellation. But your sky was an alluring labyrinth, So, I kept silent. hopelessly.

How beautiful it is to love something that will never be yours, like walking in the rain, knowing you'll catch a cold. He was different, unlike anyone I'd ever met—a silent, shy, and sweet soul. I gazed at him each time he looked away, whispering to myself, as Connell said to Marianne, "I'm not a religious person, but I sometimes believe God made you for me." Yes, to keep me alive on my darkest days, to make me feel cherished, to touch me like a blessing, to hear me like no other, to love selflessly, hopelessly, without expecting a thing in return. I looked at you as I once did at city lights and the night sky, pondering how deep my love ran, unable to stop smiling. I cherished those moments when you became talkative around me, a rarity with others, and wondered, "Perhaps that's normal?" "It's not," my heart replied.