The Moonlit Sky turned her gaze into my eyes, I became fascinated as it turned into the most beautiful lies, Roads burning in delight, People walking beside, As I look onto them, They were imposters of my conscious mind. And I hated delusional illogical liberty given to the mind, To be independent by all means and make my mind grind. The Moonlit Sky ❤ , which made me do the crime, which never was of my prime , I can't write much into this rhyme, And I know it is getting into grime. - Yahya Tarique .
Geek. Programmer. Student.