She's self conscious but I love it
She's self centered but I love it
She's a bit naive but I love it
She's very carefree but I love it
She's sensitive but I love it
She had her pride high but I loved it
She's just a girl whos becoming a woman
Who wouldn't still love it?
That she yearns the beauty of miserable art
The definition of beauty within the heart
You can't see perfection on a blank canvas
But if you'd dye it with colors you'll see a heart
A heart that so pure that could be labeled with gold
Or maybe more than gold
Just wait and see
The progression of beauty

She had her walls high
She dug her holes deep
She built her castle small
She valued image more than gold

I wish I was a better me, for you

She is the river and seas
but you are the ocean

She is the hills and valley
but you are the mountain

She is the galaxy and universe
but you are the void

She may have everything
but you are beauty in perfection

Every princesses dreamt of every prince
But she a princess doesn't want one
Instead she wanted a man's love
For a man's love is worth more than a royalty

You are the seasons of weather
You were sunny where the sun is bright
You were winter where the fields are white
You were fall where the leaves fall

I know something is missing and it's because I was the spring

So much to say
So less to write
It's always like this
When I see you smile

Your smile resembles the moon
Alluring the lonely hearts and souls

I dreamt of you last night
We were at the balcony
Sipping a cup of coffee
While mesmerising the nights beauty
Then you stared at me
I felt the moon glared at me

Even a blind man cries from his eyes
What could you expect from me to your lies?
Flowers and some lovely smile?
Luv, I had enough already
I'll forgive you but don't expect the old me

Your words are playful
So let me play it one more time

This poem will be yours truly
My one and only honey
Did your bruises become scars?
As how moon became a star.
Did your tears run dry?
As how rivers die.
Did our memories remembers your eyes?
As how this photographs hang by.
Could you still remember me?
Besides your another guy.
Would you still care to  recollect me?
If he left you with a teary eye.
Then I shall be waiting for that moment with this patience of mine.
I could wait forever even if its the day after 28th of September
Because you are my one and only
Lovely oh dear honey
Yours trully, Simile

The words in every piece I wrote
are also the foreshadowing
of my love

She flew and said she'll comeback
But instead she left herself and forgot to get it back

You are my life
My leaf and rose
My verse and prose
My ink and strokes
My arrow and bow
My sugar and salt
Apart from everything
Nothing can change my heart
If death chases me
Then I will depart
But I'll make sure
You'll be pleasured with
My heart

The cursive pen that wrote you a letter is now broken and lost
Only the ink on the letter was the last trace of it
And you were the only one that could be blamed