A letter to my Best Friend
Someone I met with no name,
No age, no colour, no details,
'T was a smile and she was no fame.
Neither did I speak nor she.
From the very first sight,
She has been the one knowing this me.
And we picked up wailing fight,
While playing on bad terms.
But when it was the night,
She was the thinnest moonlight!
Lit up like the face I adored,
She's been telling me tales,
Of her life and not filtering one.
She's been tirelesslessly listening to mine,
And like the warmth she carries,
Never before bestowed on any inch of my skin.
She's been hearing me speak with no words,
And watching my actions when I'm low.
Truly is she mine, truly am I hers,
True is that light that kept us one,
And true is the universe that said we are 'Friends'!
But fake is that world that ever said we are two lives,
'cause she's the moonlight,
I, a moonchild.