Have you ever lost someone whom you cared for?

The third string of the guitar
hummed the last of sounds
Into a fading tune of memory
that I tightly held upon
Bruised and tattered hands
as I hoped to make it last

But I would be the happiest
to see you in your charm

In the silence of the piano keys,
I saw you pass me by
For you have shown me the laughter
that is far long gone
I will miss you in my loneliness,
but you won't make me sad

For I will be the happiest
to see you in your charm.

My shadow love resents me for I hurt her so much
That she walks the gaping distance to a home she never had
Passing by coloured houses and trees of yellow limes
She breathed in the freezing air of the coldness in my heart
I gifted her the honesty of confession from my mouth
And the letters in arrangement made a story full of hearts
At the end of the sentence is the blood of a broken heart
But the pain that supposed to happen, it never really came
And I ask her the third time if it was really love
Maybe it is all just made up like the world I made of clouds
She said, "No, I am certain. I liked that little doll. ---
..But the pain turned to pleasure for my little paradise.."

I guess some love are meant to be broken
to patch the little cracks
My heart is now made up of metals
locked with its sacred scars.

The ringing, it has been bugging me. Can it please stop?
By the side drawers of the bed, you'll hear a little thump
There's an abrupt pause on my counting, I am not calm
To face the wall of truth, about these delusions in my heart

How many times did this happen again? I am older and is tired
With a mind like mine, common and proud, who would even risk a dime
That in every few people I talk, nobody would listen on how
How the silent pain surrrounds, how it almost makes me laugh
On how I curl into a fetal position, the world, a year apart

It is stupidly pathetic, but I am now a child of lies
A child that has stories, but in deaf ears it dies
For the many times of broken hopes, for a little, I still asked
That maybe I was worth it, maybe. Now it's gone.

I am the twig, you are the house
I am the body of the boy,
you are the angel that sang
Never meant to be one still,
I hoped that our stars align

Broken friendly vows
and here I am in cries
of how I cannot make it stop,
how it insentifies
I knew what was not meant to be
still, I have lost the fight

For I was embraced with
warmth and laughter
and now I won't wish for it to stop
I will never mean to hurt you
and I am not supposed to love
What will me, the caretaker
What is supposed of me now?

From a distance I will stare at you
like a fallen shooting star
I have lost the chance to be a defender
to show how I cared, a lot
That you were meant to be with me
and that yes, I liked you back.

Me, the oathbreaker

I looked at the stars and named them, light, bright, spark, giggle
I throw a rock in the river and waited for the monster to come
I will call them carter, jake, scar, groomer
I touched the trees with magic and called it "iron twig", I laughed
With conviction I ran after the bug and called it by the name "bree"

Soon, my feet took me to a place, well lit with thunder blades
I called it "beauty", I stayed to the place and found peace
I changed the name to "home".. a beautiful home
The wizards from the nearby village gave me food, they were dressed in white and they brought with them tools

They never let me borrow the tools
And they stare at me with such scrutinizing eyes
They sometimes tries to drag me from my beautiful home
but I stayed, I always stay

One day I woke up and I am in a one-door-room
the wizards are injecting something to my body, I cannot move
what is happening? what is happening.
my home is gone and I'm detained
They kept looking like I was crazy and they injected me again

I fell asleep and dreamed of a nightmare
It was as if I have gone deranged
they put me inside a bulding that said
"Home for the Mentally Insane"

Never did I woke up again