that day you called me your home only not to care to return abode we talked of signs how soulmates are not found but made how fate is not something which is destined to be rather it lies in our choices when we talked of sense we lost our mind so called it philosophy of life drunken on midnight romance you were the soundhole in our guitar below my strings whenever i played the notes calling you my muse you proved me wrong as my picks kept falling in your hollow space and you kept forgetting what lyric was next so we decided to end the show and get happily friend zoned but here i am humming the old chords strumming in your thoughts writing about our last song whose melody sings along the sunken rhythm of my heart "you're still a selenophile but I'm no longer your moon" (pc- Pinterest)
Hey amigo! This is Riya Jaiswal and the contents here are my very own spontaneous overflow of emotions recollected in tranquility ;)