Things are never meant to end the way fire turns to ashes,
There’s always something which is ready to burn, if you’re ready to Ignite the fire with yourselves.
The more you get close to the scars and the burns,
The far you’ll get from the sunshine and it’s healing.
We all wait for the Right Time, expecting that it will be with us someday.
But we end up knowing the fact that Either there was never a thing like ‘Right Time’ or else, it had been gone, long ago.
What have you found
after all that you’ve lost,
Your candle’s blown away
and only left is the Dark..
Never did you care
about what was yours,
And now you’re left crying
regretting that its gone..