through our interlaced fingers
i weaved you a song
flights to jupiter,
stardust in our palms
now you search for another universe
so you can drain it's earth out
oh but how you fail miserably
for there is no place else so giving.
your sneering pity
when I told my lovers' crimes
calming my whimpers
with words that rhyme
"such cruel monsters in human flesh,
unworthy of love, they made you a mess!"
scowling at their ugly games
in the end, that is who you became.
Ashlesha is a student at Indraprastha College for Women, and an aspiring writer, who creates art for the love of it. Her definition of comfort is sappy romance movies and heart-breaking lyrics that make you dance. She can be seen picnicking in a sunflower field on a sunny afternoon.
Art by @ungfio (Instagram).