In the nights like this,
Where fall haven’t yet bid farewell
And the winter seems so near,
I hold myself from thinking
But, thoughts come rushing
Had you been the fire,
I would’ve burnt myself to stay warm from the cold air.
Had you been a book,
I would’ve read every night, tracing lines with gentle caress.
Had you been the moon,
I would’ve stolen the silver, and bathed myself in
Had you been a river,
I would’ve quenched my thirst, that didn’t seem to end
Had you been a star,
I would’ve read our future in lines etched On our hands
Had you been a flower,
I would’ve memorised every note of scent in my soul, to keep me from forgetting
Had you been a dream,
I would’ve never waken up from deepest of my slumber
Had you been a scar,
I would’ve proudly wear you my skin
Had you been a fantasy,
I would’ve weaved it in ten folds, to keep me sane.