philosophia

Feelings spilled on the moonlit paper 
Heart on her sleeve holding it tighter
Pitter patter of heartbeats 
Her favorite sound in her playlist 

Wide awake under the blue ceiling 
Another night with overflowing feelings
It's time to create artwork in silence 
Where everything seems to make sense

Bleeding pen on her hand and memories in head 
She’ll write before her feelings gradually fade 
She's a fighter just to win her life
A believer of "Maybe soon everything will be fine"