Boroline on my scars

We're eclectic partners in a heist!
Like knitted shirts among wrinkle-frees.

You're a supernova to my dark energy.
You're the boiling blood to my cold fire.

You're the wildflower to my wastelands.

You're the Ghalib to my Gibran.

You're a fairy-tale to my tragedy.
You're the bonfire to my burnt mud.