31st November ~ Ananya Syal
Sep 3, 2021
You exist only in my world,
Drunk on love and full of life.
In the world of people,
You are hiding your innocence from the prying eyes.
Ice cold outside,
But what about the warmth that you have buried deep inside?
The salt in your eyes,
Sugar on your lips,
The tequila that slowly drips,
And suddenly, it’s me who is starting to trip.
The people can have the world they wish,
As long as I have you,
You will never be fictional.
Nine or ten,
It’s you, me, and my beloved friend — the pen,
Which refuses to stop until the ink ends?
