Pearly leaves,
Over the cliffs.
Amid twilight,
Seeking your light.

Foggy sky,
Veiling my cry.
Frisking love,
In the cherry clove.

I find it all a little strange,
Little accounts popping up,
Always followed by the same users,
But still disappear by the end of the day?

Am I crazy,
Or is this strange behavior result of the events of lately?

First time seeing you,

Your eyes a blue crystal pool.

splash! I long to swim.

Almost a violet pearl between branches—
Radiant in an indigo sky--
Like a Taaffeite gemstone, rare in its brief glow,
A gift to the earth, while it lasts,
As Bizet’s aria Je crois entendre encore
Kisses the cool night air,
Before dissolving into dawn.

My clothes are unclean,
My hair is messy,
My nails are uncut—you can see.
I know I was never an apple of your eye, never part of your tree.

But now my clothes are clean,
And I have learned to do some laundry.
My hair is *******, but sometimes, I let it be free.
You have started telling me I have become an apple of your eye,
And now a part of your tree.

All I wanted to say to you is—
Let me be. Let me be me...