A ghost from my past came by,
Stole my kiss,
Stole my hug,
Stole my heart,

My little casper.

Wrinkle wrinkle little heart
How I wonder what you are
Down below my heart so dark
Like a cave without a light ....

1 *****
100 billion cells
Too many ifs
Too much probabilities
Too much worries
Too much scenarios
Let me have some rest
Sincerely,
-Broken brain

Hiding isn’t hard,
It’s exhausting
Try to not make a sound,
Or they’ll find you

Because inside her beautiful mind,
She creates her own universe
It’s not big
But just enough to fit her thoughts, hopes, and dreams.

Would be nice if I could read mind,
But it could be depressing

But I remember I can’t read mind,
Then why am I still depressed??

At the end of February
A girl who lost herself
Knows someone who cares

At the end of February
A girl who lost her smile
Knows someone who brought light into her life

At the end of February
The day that comes every four years
A girl realize, that day is worth to waiting for

At the end of February
The light that had fallen
Finally shining once and for all