"who will love sad soul?"
she is just a broken poet
who writes bad poetry.

"who will like her poem?"
she uses her blood and tears
to write broken poem.

(deep down inside
she has known the answer)

She is okay, they believed.
Covered by thorns
That can only be seen
By herself

She is okay, they believed.
Choking up by guilt
To herself that she thought,
She is not enough

She is okay, they believed.
Sleep and waking up late,
Eat too much or not at all,
Being too loud or isolate herself

She is okay, they believed.
She wants to be "they"
She wants to believe it
But she can't.

spare the rod
and spoil the child
yes i've been spoiled
you weren't mild

as a bruised peach
begins to rot
why wouldn't a child?
have you forgot?

now i have no more
cheeks to turn
what you did
makes my stomach churn

i know god
will condemn me to hell
even a sinner like me
can tell.

but i fear hell
less than i fear you,
it will be better than what
you put me through.

so i am free,
i am unbound
now that i know
i'm going to the ground

i'll take my time
to make you pay
and you will never
forget the day

this fallen angel's
wings were ripped
this little saint's
halo slipped.

The cold surrounds me

Sleeping alone in the cold without warmth by my side

The cold surrounds me

The space to my right, cold and empty

The cold surrounds me

Moving closer to the space on my right and leaving another cold gap to my left

The cold surrounds me

Thinking about the warmth that could one day fill that space

The warmth smothers me

Those thoughts fade away as I'm reminded of the cold that awaits me

The cold surrounds me

My heart being just as cold, guarded with walls knowing that warmth will never have me

The cold surrounds me again

Alone I remained and always been, as I shuddered in the cold

The cold forever surrounds me

I yearned for warmth but could never attain it for I was meant to be alone

I surrendered to the cold

●-●

With you
I was a human glass
Half full
Half empty
Half of perfections
And another of flaws
You used to always dip your fingers
In my full, watery, perfect half
And play
Spilling it here and there
Till I had nothing but a very little muddy water in the bottom
You decided to water your plants by
And put the empty glass next to many others.

Serene like an oceanic horizon
Striking like the fiery waves,
The essence of a longing affection,
that melodious thrill of an adventure my heart craved;

Delicate scents and gentle wind,
With the soft sunlight on cerulean, grinning,
Soothe my mind
yet left me anticipating
the dramatic secrets you hide;

But everything came along with your magical shore
Made my belief stronger about this quest
I've been wanting to explore;

Whatever happens, I want no regrets
I don't care if you have a stormy tide awaiting
If it's a charming masquerade, it is divinely sedating;

But at the end of the day,
you still remain an entrancing enigma,
Like in the unknown depths of the sea,
You are the unacquired jewels,
So tempting for the ones, fiercely passionate and distinctly greedy;

You make me so happy with
mere the knowledge of your existence,
Yet it turns back to utter despair,
Cause I despise the fact

That you are there
with all your charismatic abstract,
but not mine yet;

snowflakes fall
little by little,
this town becomes
whiter and whiter.

people rush to home
with longing,
people stay at home
to keep warm.

leaving an empty street
with snow,
carrying love back home
but never the snow.

like my heart
the empty street is,
like my soul
the snow is.