“Okay”

I’d given up my possessions,
I wish you’d know, I needn’t say,
Threadbare, here I lay…

I surrender to your view in my eyes,
My throat and your voice.

We can be in a dreamless land,
No questions asked.
Take my hand,
I want to see what’s out there.

Let’s fly, let’s run away
Then we can finally rest.

Let the world know of our homecoming.

-Aarushi (I like to think of this as a conversation between two people, just making confessions as conversation)

Wasted potential

I’m cleaning out my old trophies again
’cause what we had was such a prize.

I ignored the warning signs
To feel like a winner all the time.

They don’t give out medals
For losing control over your own life.

-Aarushi