written by: Aishwarya Chauhan
You and I went on a long drive,
under the roof of stars.
My head was resting on your shoulder
while you were driving the car.
I kissed the scar on your left eyebrow
and then on your upper lip.
You looked into my eyes
on the steering, you loosened your grip.
You smiled back.
On the radio,
played a romantic soundtrack.
Nothing could be more beautiful than two of us.
After that drive, we fell apart.
Maybe it was our fate
or a curse.