literature poetry writing

Red sky

My red sky  like his astonishing black eyes,
Ordinary coloured yet my favourite of all time.
Unconditional love, I see,
In his eyes, I will be,
The most memorable face,
Like morning walk on Sundays.
Neither was I in love,
But why he wanted me over her?
A freckled-faced muggle,
With hazel eyes and a heart which was crumbled.
He wasn’t just a good-looking guy,
And I was petrified, as I don’t know 
If I was ready for his love,
Or it will turn out to be,
the massive mistake of my existence.
My sky never changed his colour before,
My life wasn’t as ordinary as born.
-Riya Shah

By Ray


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