By Naina Agrawal
To all the time I've thought you're mine,
I was indeed blind.
Dying from inside and,
Shining from the outside.
Having intuitions that I knee weren't right.
It was just the bad time,
That I thought you were mine.
Low-key was the time ,
Now, That I know, you never were mine.
Contusion is now left,
Hoping to be healed one day.
Having The feel of dark insight,
That one day or the other,I'll be fine.