I want them to read a story,
A story about something they've never heard before
It'll say " Once upon a time " ...
And they'll hear the piano's sing and the cuckoos dance,
They'll read it out loud
Spell every line on their fingertips
Every word will hold meaning
Even spaces in between will convey my messages.
It is not a fairytale I want them to read,
But rather a story they'll be forever lost inside.
The pages will turn but the pages won't end,
They'll cry, they'll laugh,
For every sentence will have my emotions carved.
They'll make paintings in their head of how colourful life seemed,
It will be the most bewitching canvas the world would see,
Then I'll leave a few pages for them to imagine the story now...
For my story will never end and my love will never die,
When they'll close the book they'll realise where the purest love hides.
This time " forever " will mean it,
And it will " always " be remembered.
As it will be my love story ,
Even if as tragedy, but our names will be together
And it will be remembered as the cards of destiny.

Lost, in the images.
She tried to remove her sins.
The better she tried, the worse it was getting.
The more she gave, the less she was getting.
In the fictions she read, it never happened so,
When beauty could meet beast,
When Ariel could marry the Prince,
Why couldn't she meet death...
Maybe  they weren't meant to be together
But who could love death as dearly as she could.
Darkness could not reciprocate her love
Maybe life and death never shared the same path,
Now who will explain this nincompoop life that death did not love her with all his heart.

Someone asked me recently,
What's my biggest fear
Or what scares me until I die.
I thought and thought
Over and over again.
Couldn't come up with an answer,
What is it that scares me the most.
Was it the life I loved or the life I lost,
The fear of losing my 'reputation' .
Or maybe not being 'perfect' was what haunted my heart.
Maybe losing him was something I never wanted,
Or revealing my bare skin behind the clothes.
Maybe staying all alone was something I feared,
Or maybe falling off of this mask that I always wear.
But then I heard ' it ' ticking in my ears
It echoed like the strings of a viola.
I looked at my aging hand
And saw it glimmering in the sunlight,
It was showcasing the ' time '.
Second by second I knew it was passing, the happy moment of my life,
And minute by minute I knew it was coming, the death was waiting at my door.
Hour by hour I was fading away,
Day by day they were leaving me.
And when death came to embrace me,
I smiled for I knew it was ' time ' that I feared.