I.
Stars in the night sky,
Robbing me, blinding me of deception
What are you if not a star
So clear in your perceptions?
II.
Beauty comes at the worst of times
Pretty things are only for show;
For the most beautiful girl is only she,
Who's seen the worst things and knows..
III.
He comes and goes whenever he likes
He thinks he has won over me
But only the Lord knows
That its me who let's him go scot free.
IV.
Who is she ...so beautiful and perfect?
Maybe a Goddess or a star
But sense tells me that she cannot be real
For perfect things are always too far.
V.
Life is a dream.. Yet a war
Each has a scar, noone is free
But without it do we know who we are ?
So we fight as we did..for we cannot flee
©AkshayaGadre