• airabanu 6w


    And in the nights,
    I lay,
    Wide awake.
    Over almost everything,
    Be it the hurdles that i fell into,
    Or the joyous moments,
    That fortunately befell.

    I stare,
    At the empty ceiling,
    And i can't help,
    But wonder,
    How it resembles me,
    So perfectly.

    The blessings should be counted,
    But oh!
    The things I regret,
    Are way too much.