By Ritiqa Pachauri
In the world of roses, be my desideria,
For I want to forget how thorns made me bleed.
In the world of hues and tints, be my soot,
For I want to forget the rosy strokes’ dirty deed.
In the world of diamonds, be my onyx,
For the glitter made me lose my spark.
In the world of plastic, be my wrinkle,
For the posers left me with an ugly mark.
In the world of surety, be my adventure,
For I’m dead inside and want to live again.
In the world of promises, be my moment,
For I’ve lost it all and it’s afterlife left to regain.