Feelings in a leather jacket 🍂📖🎧

Oh to be a song

I wish I were a song, the genius lyrical infusion with tunes or the residing instrumental that makes you wonder,

The song where one dedicates to one who owns a part of their eternal soul, 

The one which accompanies the waterfall of your pensive eyes,

The one which makes your mood ricochet,

The song which makes your hips sway,

Oh to be the song that you hold dear to you. 

The one which lifts your blues and breaks the facade of your heart, bringing out your pearly white gems.

The one whose bridge you would repeat over and over, through the war of the clouds, the storm of the dewy winds , through the reoccurring phases of the moon, through every frown and beam of the sun. 

Oh to be your song 

Oh to be a book 

I wish I were your favourite book, the one you'd reread over and over for what seems like eternity.

The one which influences your dreams, the one which makes your mind scheme, the one which holds out bony shadows of what seems like arms grasping you into its slumber.

The one which makes you derealize, the one which takes you hours to moralize, the one which makes your aching soul long, the one which drags you along. 

The one you'd want to take to death with you.

Oh to be your book. 

Oh to be a canvas 

I wish I was the canvas you'd paint your overflowing arrogance on, the one which was part of your imaginary reality, the one where your beautiful thoughts found a way to be expressed, the one which showed your screams for help suppressed.

The one which hides your never seen cries , the one which signifies just enough of your tries,

I want to be the canvas hung up on the wall at an art exhibition, beholding your name at the bottom, the one in which you'd seek fiction.

 Oh to be your canvas .

Oh to be a thing one loves and not a thing whose ending is a confirmed tragedy, who has a fixed capacity but alas, this is the reality ------Prachi Dhawan