by Pragati Attarkar |
Categories:
art, beautiful, first love, lost love, love, romantic love, rose,
Yes, he was born to blow my mind,
And I was born to write sad stories.
He reminds me of someone,
Giving me an access to my forbidden memories.
He shines like a star in the midst of the crowd,
Whereas, I am compelled in darkness or morelike someone thrown out.
He is surrounded by people admiring him for who he is,
And I am in the shadows like a bizarre disease.
I saw his eyes and they were full of dreams,
Honestly, I was jealous because mine only had unheard screams.
We are different and can never be the same.
That's why he is 'hortensia' and I am the fallen rain.