When I look into those gazillion twinkling lights in the darkest yet starry nights ,
It reminds of the time you gave me those warm cuddles ,
The time where we sat on the grass bed in that little garden of ours,
And planned to spend watching and counting those stars for the rest of our lives.
But now, when I think about you,
what made me write verses of lines of questions but got silence as an answer.
My tongue rolls swiftly with words when I think about the slightest wounds you gave me left deepest scars,
I learnt that time doesn't heal the wounds but mends them together so it won't give you as much as excruciating pain in the former.