One day, I was walking with a bad mood.
Then I suddenly see a pile of mud.
It was terribly ***** and gray.
I tried to stay well away.

One day, I was walking with a better feeling.
Then I see a flower bush, very appealing.
I went closer, then snapped one.
Bringing it home, just what I want.

Mud and flower, two things that always oppose.
But there's one thing they didn't know.
Inside the mud was the most perfect flower.
And inside the other one, there was a sting bee with power.

Chocolate pudding.
Cupcake icing.
Everything is so sweet.
I can already feel them in my seat.

Green-tea Biscuits.
Cupcakes are cute.
Snacks are like me in a gentle bliss,
Waiting for a kiss.

So much delicacy.
So yummy and tasty.
And what I want to do
Is to share these with you.

I had a glass bottle.
With decorations like flowers and bubbles.
Suddenly it drops and shatters.
I cried, louder and louder.

I had a little pillow.
It was squishy and hollow.
One day, I tore it apart.
I couldn't do anything but be sad.

Bottles broken, pillows torn.
You can't undo what has been done.
But pillows can still be hugged, bottles can still be fixed.
And everything can be restarted.

I'm so bored.
I'm just laying on my bed.
Listening to a song,
Trying to sing along.

I'm bored, I remain silent.
I can hear alot of ambient.
Birds sing, wind howls.
It cheers me up somehow.

I'm just sitting here, bored.
Trying to sing on a bed.
Along with the birds and wind howls.
Being bored is not so bad at all.

I wanna play.

What should I write about today?
My brain is going inside a maze.
A spine-chilling one, or a sweet one?
I can't decide, my mind is gone.

I keep on asking myself.
Reading every books on the shelf.
Trying to find one answer for the haze.
"What should I write about today?"

My curiosity keeps going.
I don't even care what I'm doing.
All I wanna know at this moment.
Is how do I write a poem, with a bit of mint?

I am sick now.
All I can do is frown.
Shaking from all the chill.
They said coldness can ****.

I'm just sitting here,
Waiting for a cup of hot tea.
My fingers can barely move.
Yet my ears can still feel some groove.

I'm just sitting here, sick.
Random cough and hiccs.
But at least I won't go to school.
That's a lot more cool.

Candy, Lollipop and Apples.
Everything is always available.
Everything is sweet.
Just like your kiss.

A little campfire.
A little bit of stars in sight.
Everything is shiny.
All brings thoughts of you to me.

Everything you do.
It cheers me up too.
You don't have to fear.
I'll always be there.