Singing songs of grey thunderstorms,
Keeping secrets thundering inside us-safe,
A single tone closer to cigarettes' smokes,
Separated souls- desperate,
Letting burning pain fall on empty ashtrays.

Singing songs of blushing tides,
Of falling rain and melting skies,
Racing till the last finish lines,
The world of tornadoes is sipping time,
Red sirens with ringing vengeful cries,
Bring me back the world which was once mine.

I watch the falling stars,
Gliding gracefully from afar,
Burning, bruising, hiding scars,
In silence they pass through the quiet,
Do stars not know they are the light?

I stand by the falling stars,
Putting them by pieces apart,
Gray streaks of lingering cries,
Stars have fallen, across all skies,
They will heal slowly- a little a time,
Just bring me back a world that once was mine.

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Illustration by Anam [Instagram : @hahahahafizzz].

a/n : For every bruising star that finds it hard to stay in the sky.