The light behind my eyes
The light inside my heart
If they are gone
If one day I lose those

The beauty behind my smile
The beauty inside my said
If they are gone
If one day I lose those

The trust behind my hope
The trust inside my dream
If they are gone
If one day I lose those

The will behind my life
The will inside my every single breath
If they are gone
If one day I lose those

Burial me next to my pet’s grave
For the sweetener, scatter roses petals on it

Stop penning love poems

I loathe all of those

because once I read

I get erratic

asking

from where are these tears
and feelings belonging

there is a fine line between life and death,
and I would like nothing more than to walk it with you.

I do not feed my anxiety
It feeds me in daily
I’ve grown up in between this world and society
endure the sore that fulfills my blood vessel and also the agony

Thus,
what type of human do I become?

I am  
Brave as waves
Firm as gravitation
Delicate as  dandelion
Bright as stars between planets
Idyllic as messy nebula
Free as wind
Beautiful as roses
Amused as a baby
Loved as a Queen

And lie as proses above

Humans are made from star-dust
Thus need to be remembered
There is no a single star born
without a light

Nobody is cold
You are just not
their favorite person

Your name sounds like a poem in spring
I love to write poems

spring always smells sweet
As the snow slowly melts
As birds start to sing again
Your name carves the beauty of blooming

land me your name to adorn
I promise it will be a lovely poem as this spring comes

Clouds pile up around a luminous Sun
The light bestows plenty of soft warmth
Touching everybody’s laugh
Desiccating everybody’s tears

Your name is formed by two words
Six syllables and hundreds meaning

I know spring will never stand forever
Autumn and winter is just a time
Even if your name is a poem in spring
That has been carved in everybody’s heart

I said, land me your name, land me a poem
To complete flowers to bloom

Now, you can leave with a smile
Without being worry to fade away
Every lovely poem is hard to forget
We will meet next spring, I promise

Your name resembles stanzas in a spring song
Wind in that flower hill rings your name along