Lonely nights

With you my nights are lonely,

In the end, there will be no one to hold me.

I look empty and unpredictable to them,

But there is still a possibility to prevail.

A castle that I’ve built with my hatred,

My affliction lives there I call it home.

Stars shining right beside me,

I’m halting all ot my urge to be distinct.

I am alike you and alike them,

In midnight I embark to protest,

The needle of the clock is moving.

The time has been upholding my existence.

Still, with your presence, my nights are lonely,

Emerging to be in a whimpering swing,

Yet I will be the offsprings to you,

Cause ordinary is fascinating in your composure.

-Riya Shah