One bitter night
The night reeked of broken spirits,
He said it is love in the air.
I asked- "How can an emotion float in the air without corrupting its sanctity?
How do I live, if I love and it is skin deep?
For skin wears out and skin peels."
But he moved his sacred fingers down my calloused cheek.
As if knew where every imperfection would curve, where every scar could heal.
And he did, he knew how could I fall, fall in love and on his knees.
So I took off the layer of frivolous skin,
Put away the bones and muscles akin.
Why do we drench our emotions in colours?
Another fetish for flamboyance.
That night everything was red,
He was everything, he was the end.
I asked him to take his share of me,
And he kept taking till I was empty.
Today I'm void of grace and mercy ,
Killing every inch of skin, I freeze.
He said it is love in the air.
I asked- "How can an emotion float in the air without corrupting its sanctity?
How do I live, if I love and it is skin deep?
For skin wears out and skin peels."
But he moved his sacred fingers down my calloused cheek.
As if knew where every imperfection would curve, where every scar could heal.
And he did, he knew how could I fall, fall in love and on his knees.
So I took off the layer of frivolous skin,
Put away the bones and muscles akin.
Why do we drench our emotions in colours?
Another fetish for flamboyance.
That night everything was red,
He was everything, he was the end.
I asked him to take his share of me,
And he kept taking till I was empty.
Today I'm void of grace and mercy ,
Killing every inch of skin, I freeze.
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