The world was colorless
Meaningless and filled with boredness.
I wander without a route
Until one day, I meet you.

Playing with you is a different experience.
It's like taking a pill of happiness.
I see nothing, but my beautiful dear.
Feeling nothing but giggles as I get near.

The ecstasy to my boring life.
The joy pill that I love all night.
The world was colorless forevermore.
But in the colorless, there are still colors.

A silent night.
Ambience.
You and me, side by side.
Sitting in the silence.

Giving cookies.
Holding hands.
Huggies.
Warmth in our hands.

A quiet night.
It's so calming.
How could one think
We are siblings?

Music notes fly around.
My head goes round and round.
Playing with the melody.
In my head, a sudden symphony.

My fingers move along the keys.
Humming happily as I can be.
Mi to Fa, then to So.
The class has just begun.

Moving my fingers along the keys.
My hair waves along the movement of my melody.
My head goes round and round.
Music notes fly around.

The notes are lower than my emotions.
The instruments break just like my motions.
I keep pressing the wrong keys, messing up a line.
Just like that moment I mess up my life.

Now I see why it's called a piano.
Because for me, that's a no.
And also for me, I deserve nothing.
And only the most perishing things.

It hurts.
Even if it's just some flirts.
Even if it's just a poem.
It still feels like shattering frames.

I can't feel the same rhythm
From the fingers of my own mechanism.
Perhaps it's just difficulties?
Or it's just myself being consumed with anxiety?

Or maybe, it's just that I'm worried.
That I think my own color is blurried.
Guess I'll just have to wash my face.
And keep up with my pace.

A little cupcake.
Like a little slider break.
It comes suddenly,
With laughs and giggles happily.

Sugar, spice.
Everything nice.
To cheer you up a little.
To pop you like a bubble.

Everything around me
Is as cute as they can be.
I don't mind if for you, it's ugly
It's only the way that you see.

Keys.
As hard as it can be
I'm still playing my little piano.
Remember the rhythm as I go.

Pressing this and that.
The memory on the tip of my hat.
As I sit on my chair
Playing something that sounds fair.

A little music in life.
A little ocean you can dive.
To bring the spice to your core.
And to bring the emotions to the one you adore.