her eyes were dreary
and her thoughts were clusters of nebulae
the silent atmosphere was disrupted
by her loud, complex, and disorientated mind
for once her laughter brought kaleidoscopes in her eyes
but all you can hear is the fluttering sound of a butterfly's wings
for those were the last flutters that made her feel alive

but one day you tore her down
you were both storm and pesticide
so she shrunk and withered
and couldn't take what was happening
so she was no more of
that beautiful flower
and you were no more of
her beautiful strength

*c.r

the happiness you saw
in her eyes
were like blossoming flowers
and you were both water and sunlight
so she grew into something beautiful

*c.r

you deserve everything and more
and I can't give you anything and less.

*c.r

most of the time I hate looking at pictures from the past

why?

because everything was much more simpler
       and everyone was happier

who likes to ponder around in the past
and mourn on the happiness you used to carry