In that night of black and white
The stars; they shined so bright.
My aching heart was filled with delight
Isn’t it bit of a paradox,
How a person can be happy
When he is not.
Those beautiful nights of endless talks
Or hand in hand that midnight walk.
I remember all that when I look at them(stars)
Because they were the beings
We both watched.
After few moments of ecstasy
There was this blood of my dreams
It bled in the color of a crimson red
And somewhere left me broken blue.
The scars were almost physical.
But also almost invisible.
So everyday I walk the night.
In my my delight and my demise.
Hand in hand,
Side by side