Peony Petals
Expand and drop-

Pink to White

Such Aroma

Such a Sight!

Needles of Yew

Lay a soft bed
Of years
Over a grave-

Green to Brown
To Yellow- a pleasing transition

Echoing

The change
Underground

pearls
are my favourite
of all my jewels.
the way they're made,
from scratching, slashing, ocean water splashing fuels
intricate transformation, done in no haste,
but time.
not one is the same,
just like my curls.

Don't smile or laugh in front of me pretending you're happy or enjoying talking to me.

Don't be fake, plastic friend.

Don't think your anger towards me can cover it up. Tsk, I wasn't born yesterday.

I love that stupidity of yours, by the way. Your mindset seems to be regressing.

My curled-up dreams,
hidden behind shadows of your touch.
You don't have any clue,
about the nights we gave birth to the sun.
Even though we just met,
I'm sure, in a past life,
our voices tangled
beneath the same sky.

I’ve been stranded in a desert,
Two years behind the bars of sand.
Never tried to break free,
Just watched the sun sink with me.

Then one day— like any other,
Through my wreckage, I caught his gaze.
Shivering— I’m cold he says,
Burn me up with the fire you ignite.

Passed beyond my clouds,
Every scar of mine must be his guide.
So I’ll drop my broken heart—
Become the spark of your night