And the stars were shining,

the moon hummed to sleep.


The little flower in a broken string

finally rests in peace.

If I  was born a royalty
then what would I be?
I wonder if I'd be respected
when I was born not out of glee

Will the world ever forgive me
if I spit out my tea?
Because I just know that I'd prefer coffee, no sugar no creme

I might be labelled to be not worth it while I clean out my plate
With my jewelries and royal privilege,
I'd set the world in flames.

Oh Victoria, the colour red you loved
I wore them inside my body,
the colour of blood

I remember how you'd come running and sneak inside my house
To the secret sanctuary
in the small hill by the pond
We strode the gaping distance  
to our little paradise
There, I saw the loveliest sunsets,
such beautiful goodbyes
You beneath the glistening sunlight,
you taught me how to love

I never forgot, Victoria
the day you said goodbye
A grieving wave that drowned me
and buried in my heart
We laughed and said promises,
but it was your last
I did not know how you could do it,
to just leave it like that
All I saw was the rope hanging
from the window in your house
I wished I had told you,
forever you are loved.

I thought it was me,
when the contours of your brows lifted in muse
hazel eyes that grow lighter when it connects to mine
with the turquoise colour, you intendendly chose
the clothes fitted you, like nobody else can wore
you see, the gazes you gave comforted me
and it gave me the boost
I felt a little bit attractive, had a little worth
with enthusiasm I look forward to the day once a week
where I get to stare at you senseless, daydream like a spell

I thought it was me,
but one day my waiting abruptly ended
and there is no place for me to stare
I stick around lonely hallways
just to see your pretty face
nobody told me the story
no one intends to care
till I found out one Monday morning
that you eventually left

No, I am not broken hearted
I did not like you that way
I just felt a little weightless
to know the truth awaits
that the fancy gazes you gave me
they're for somebody else
I find it a little funny
but I stood and looked ahead
someday in the far future
I will attract a flame
and somewhere in the universe
will be a teardrop for your pain

It is crawling
into my conscious
feeling; skin curls
slowly,
flooded my brain
of useless anxiety
from pure-
nothingness

The willow tree
screamed: toxicity!
and I sat under it
cooling my head
into 'calm' pieces,
this funny situations
of pure,
mad idiocy

Black is overrated
Yellow suits me nice
she sees my dark glimmer
in small baloons of life

When my colour is brighter weather
my raindrop turns desire
my darling likes me in sweaters
of carefully knotted lies

Not the white to see the darkness
not the pink that runs with lust
my love sees me in yellow
like the smile that I've longed last

The edge
is a wave

Don't stand straight!
slip~oops