His love beggars belief
Even in the heart of the crowd
Even if the mountains bow down
And even if the seas give way to the ground.

Every leaf of the tree of life
Tells me to reconcile
But as an innocent woman
I assumed I'm picking each leaf as petals
Of a rose,
Of a dying rose
A dying love.

Have I crossed your dream,
Or was I a nightmare to you?
Your eyes colored with beam,
But anger was instilled.

Do you really hate me that much
To the point of cursing the stars
And wish the moon to never shine again?

I have written tons of letters for you
All scribbled with love,
All written with passion
All adored with so much pain.

I have written letters
Saying how much I wish the sun to shine upon you
How I wish to see the moon on your face curving into a crescent smile
But you never noticed the oceans of tears under each word I have wrote.

I wanted to empty my lungs
With air and all the organs
And replace it with the dry salt
And be bitter with the liquor.


I have longed to tell you this
That every letter I write on
Reminds me of the pains you brought in my life.

A slender back walks down the narrow road,
Full of roses, colorful vines ahead
Her hair dances behind her **** back,
And her lustrous eyes full of wonder.
That's what you can see under the sunlight.
But when the night closes the blanket above,
The moon showers sparkling light.
No more, no more than a happy night.
It's a conjuring, spooky evening at all.
Thorny roses begin to rise,
It's petals turn into liquid red blood.
And her **** back turns into skeleton.
And her lustrous eyes become dull and lifeless.
That's the age her beauty fades.

He held me tight
As he whispered lies
I was sleeping
Under his spell.

His hands caressed my being
His laughs pierced into my soul
I was lost
Because I am under his spell.

In a crowded silence
There was I,
Standing along with the crickets
As the night falls.

Darkness embraced me
I was hopeless
I couldn't breathe.