You're like
Home to me
Safe and peaceful
it felt like
It's worth
The damage
Just being
With you

I know exactly
How the story ends
There’s no you and me
To be frank
But I don't care
I love you still
And not even
The storm
Could deform
My wound
Cause you’re my Advil
For me to be heal

Music does exist
But it seems
They’ve lost of touch
Of a rhythm so much
And lyrics stuck in a hutch
Struggling to de-clutch
Both causing a smutch
Gone along the decades
Just a little bit too much

Touch me
where it
matter most;

My Trust

once you broke it
it'll vanish
before it even
touch the ground

How can you be
so clueless?
of a snake
curled up your leg?
I'm not gonna lie
it's defecting your eyes
what you saw
was a faux
of a fake
prince persia's Gawk

Maybe because
I have loved hard;
I decided
To Live Hard


(as in living life to the fullest kind of hard)

What is valentine to me?
Just another
Ordinary Thursday
That might be heartache
Or maybe plain “okay”
But what different
Does it make?
When I’m wide awake
In the midst of a shipwreck
Trying to unveil
This wicked braille
From your lips
Of proofread scripts

I want to ******
Every sound
Of your murmur
That squeals out
A Pathetic beggar
Begging for mercy
Oh mercy me
Gosh you’re such a coward
Bury yourself
With all that bragging
That turned soured

What’s the point
Of reassuring me
That this would be
A happy glee
When I am here
Pretending and acting
That the garden is blooming
And the birds
Is humming
When all the flowers
You’ve plucked
Is dead and dry
All the birds
Is bled and cried
Can you repeat the question?
What is valentine again?