Starry-eyed, passionate at will...
The urge to make things happen,
By not knowing if I will.
Life came across next to hell...
That's when I learnt a name, to spell.
"Prescription to my anxieties.
River to the ocean of thoughts.
Abstract in nature.
Camaraderie between me and my heart.
Inner-child, who keeps her sort."
I started breathing YOU evenly...
By knowing that,
We would be getting apart.
Lost moron, maybe...
That is what I was...!!!
I could've resist myself...
But, YOU were being YOU...
With glimpses of,
Your heart-clenching grins...!!!