• nishantmaurya647 6w

    Maybe I Was Right

    Last night I was dreaming,
    Coz things like you don't usually happens to me
    Maybe it's my thoughts that were on the ceiling,
    Coz hey that's what generally I do.

    In all chaotic beauty lies a wounded work of art. 
    Beautiful but torn, wreaking havoc on my heart.
    Camouflaged by insecurities, blinded by it all.
    I love the way you sit there and barely notice me at all.

    My expectations skyscrapers while this,
    But then it gets a rock bottom next.
    Maybe I was right when I thought,
    Being bad was then I had no remorse.