By Aaradhya Aggarwal
Blood in my veins,
In a frozen state,
Sliding like wine
On his curved, red lips.
Smoke in the air;
My thoughts burning.
Gaze stuck on the window,
Is the rain coming?
Lock my hands,
Throw the keys,
Push me in the fire,
Watch it melt with me.
If love is a tale,
Then what is your role?
Dying for your lover,
Or let him kill you on his own?
Or let him kill you on his own?
