Words of a happy
So simple, so ordinary
We could’ve said, we could’ve read
Yet for our sake,
We’d rather not remember

Words of a happy,
Piling up phrases, I can see
Swimming through our irises
Eye to eye, we’d feel
We could’ve said, we could’ve read
Yet, world spins wildly
Hurting now seems routinary
Timing’s just unkind to the unlucky
So...
Maybe I’ll just see you again someday
Till “happy”, becomes...
A safe feeling to portray

Her and her indomitable will
She’ll bend and burn, and will stay still
For she, who can endure, can conquer
The patient, is the hopeful growing flowers
A squat in the storm, a breeding of power
A trailblazer who can also be a follower
And in time, you’ll see
What an ache of a disciplined could be
Beneath the curves of a tired bending body
The prize of her and her indomitable will

Yes, might be
To think is such a responsibility
The less curious won’t read
Won’t  mind, won’t care
Might be complacent, maybe unaware
But how come you’re still here?
Stirring thoughts beneath my phrases
Holding me, through your mind in ages
If soulmates are unreal
Surely we won’t believe it
For certain, I know you feel
So surreal yet so real
Come, bury us down with what we deserve
You and me, in this slow spinning world

I know I shouldn’t be
Fitting in to what I hate to see
Spending time and energy
Useless lines, so temporary
Her and her every night parties
When she gets sad, there’s suddenly me
Oh God, She remembers
I somehow make her happy

Mind’s pitch black
Thoughts’ upside down
She yells and screams
She smokes and thinks
Dancing life through her makeshift joy
I should allow, as her happy toy
A total opposite
To my depths, to my flames
Her and her every night parties
A perpetual bleed to my agony
I beg, please let me sleep

Here, you’ll see
Wild souls, so vivid
Young minds, fueled spirits
Bursting hues beyond grit and faith
Striving, truly, is the heart you’ve made
Molded and shaped to ignite the blaze
A treasure indeed, we’ll forever embrace

In life, I race
High-heeled climbing rocky mountains
Undaunted swimming in gnashing flames
The harder it gets, the better I’ll be
For in life, I’ll race
Just to hear, your praise
So I could die, lucky
Hearing, you’re proud of me

She, a collector of chances she embraced
Piling the work, in her big blue space
She’ll toss and catch with her hands so weary
Clutching ways, through her handmade glory
A jill of trades, yet master of some
We’ll watch her out, she’s just begun