Thank you for making me a believer again.
I thought probably you were ‘the one’.
Thank you for making me feel special.
I thought you could bring a new dawn.
Thank you for kissing my flawed soul.
I thought you were the answer to my prayers.
Thank you for your warm hugs.
I thought you were worthy of unveiling my layers.
Alas! It was a mirage.
And now, I am addicted to your kisses.
It was a mirage for a week.
And I am afraid to let go of your embraces.
Alas! like a naive teenager I fell for vague promises.
And now I am standing at my front door
With hopes, shattered in pieces.
But thank you for respecting me as a whole.
I know you are the rain after drought.
And I know, mirages are always serene;
Probably for a week.
Moonstruck 