the lover

You asked me, how much I love you? Darling, I'll burn the world just to bring you back to my side.

A child who refuses to rebel, Where do their spirit lies? I wonder.

You build me to step on others Who dare to prove me wrong; You want me to shine on top of A hill made of people and strings; So your rough hands mould me like clay, With ego, anger, and pride along the way. But all you create is A narcissist with angel wings. All you create is A sociopath who messes up things.

This love, like thin cloth around my cold body. It barely warms, but it helps me breathe just fine.

I feel you're slowly drifting away from me. People from two different worlds really aren't meant to be. How can I cope with this reality? Can tears and plead bring you back to me? But memories are like the wind, Once they go, they rarely return.

I build my dream around you, Like walls guarding a ferocious river, Untamed by nature, It yearns freedom by choice. For long, I thought that love of another, Is the answer to every problem. But I come to learn, it isn't. It is a lesson hard to understand, Moreover, hard to practice–– That the only love I always need Can come from anywhere else. Though, not the same, But from the same root nonetheless.

Time... A powerful being, Invisible like a tight rope Around our neck. Time... The creator of death, and The destroyer of life. Time exists, In sunsets and sunrise, In numbers and dates, In healing and falling. Time.

And for a moment,  I can see trust not as a blade, But as a stretching hand That pulls me from the dark sea.

the flower girl

In the realm of words, Anything is possible. From magic, to space, From middle earth to districts, From princesses to soldiers, Anything is possible, and that's what makes art So, very timeless.

You create a reality filled with sadness, Forcing me inside my own fantasy; I burned all the doors to keep you out, That my hands turned weary and taut. Don't wait outside, Because I will no longer shove my joy aside.

music

If demons have arms and legs, They will take our form; We do things they can't do, And that what makes us more lethal Than any evil in the world.

You sat beside me, Yet, I felt like you have left me. You wiped the frown off my lips, Yet, your eyes were already as sad it is. The light was beyond my reach, Yet, my fingers possessed no strength to touch it. Where does my problem lie, I wonder.

Graves of dead leaves Drowned my feet as I walk; But there's no way, I will let you see that. You have seen enough  Of my frowns and tears, To see that I am far From summer and spring. My sadness and cries, Has failed me as a human being. I am afraid, I am lonely. I have nothing but void inside me.

an ode