I want to tell you a story,
of a crazy heart lived by the river side
Captivated with thoughts longer than seasons
that go disappear by the end of July,
But forgets to tell the lies
that it tells to hide it’s flawled stars
which of those were fallen from the sky
long before then the wishes seen through eyes,
It travelled form indigenity to serenity
a half way marathon for reaching out
to another like-alike, to break a wall of shy,
But whenever he get a chance to
sing the song he had wrote for her
The words mumbled around his fingers
tried to make a balance on the musical strings,
slippery steps loses its friction on her smile that deserved many tries,
All these puppetry shows were a part of letting
her know, that whenever the sky came to an end at horizon, the colors made home in the clouds where the heart resides,
Waits for her to tap a point on the facades of sky and make it rain untill the colors wash away to a new morning with beautiful vibes,
Can you hold this heart for the night till it’s bright.