Wilted leaves rotting,
A young girl consumed by despair.

The shallow water making its last journey to the sea,
The sun setting over the last valley.

Wipe your tears little girl.
Don't you know the water will flow again
and the sun will rise above your innocent soul once more.

Dry your eyes little girl,
you are nature.
The leaves and flowers will blossom again
Tomorrow is forever a new day.


A.C.

You arrived. I was soaking wet, wrapped in my white towel; straight out the shower.
I let you in. Greeted with a phone call, nothing more.
You were arguing, brash words and scornful sneers filled my home.
Was it my fault?
‘Hi.’ Nothing more, nothing less.
I gave you a kiss, hoping it would be the remedy for your sorrows.

You told me what went wrong, I tried to understand.
My words, like arms engulfing you under my shelter, trying to keep you safe.
I want to protect you, never hurt you.
I listened and listened, I understood.

You didn’t want to let me in,
This fortress, you have built so high,
Not daring to let anyone inside.
I tried to penetrate, you built it higher.

You left. I was still wet, wrapped in my white towel; not long out of the shower.
I let you out, faced with the nape of your neck, nothing more.
We were arguing, no words or sneers filled my home any longer.
It wasn’t my fault.
‘Goodbye, I love you.’ Nothing more, nothing less.
I shut the door, I wasn’t the remedy for your sorrows.

A.C.

Your love is a burning desire
In which I yearn for
It betters me,
And with every step I learn

To love more than I ever have
It's never a gamble
With you I'm in euphoria
You keep me humble.

I finally see the silver linings
The solemn, grey clouds become white,
With you, the past becomes concrete
To never be relived.

I'm finally content
This covenant never to be broken
The promise between us
Is forever eternal.

A.C

My love for you grows:
never wavered
never doubtful.
It grows with an energy so tiring,
that even sometimes,
my love you for is

never sure.

AC

I was naive ;
you knew that yet you took advantage of me. 

You promised me sweet whispers but gave me bitter sneers.
You took my first everything but left me without answers.
You filled me with hope;
And left me with despair.  

A.C

I've become so full of emotions,
I don't think I can remember how to turn them off anymore.

A.C

I'm not the type to miss people when I leave,
Or think about them when I'm gone.

But I met you.

And suddenly,
I'm starting to think that I might just miss you when I leave.

And it sticks like a thorn in my side,
To know that I too, can feel such sorrow.

A.C

Why is it that when I finally feel like I'm free from you,
Memories of us come back to haunt me,
bringing me right back to square one.
Such, such strange magic.

A.C

I don't know what you'd consider lonely.

But for me,
Lonely was sitting in the bathroom toilets, by myself at school.
Lonely was when I sat alone on a full school bus, even though there was an empty seat beside me.
Lonely was sitting alone in my room, staring into space, not caring whether the stars took me away.

But it got better,
I found people who searched for me in the school toilets,
Who sat next to me on an empty bus,
When I never sat alone, hoping the stars would take me, as they'd be there on the other end of the line,
waiting there for me, to tell me it was all okay.

Everything gets better,
and I've never, ever looked back.


A.C

Don't your words
Leave a stagnant taste of pity,
lingering on your tongue?

Don't your actions,
exceed your shallow words?

When was the last time,
you actually kept your thoughts to yourself?

To me,
you seem to be the type of person
who hisses and scowls at a sunrise,
only because it's too beautiful.

A.C

You, who remain forever eternal in my heart.
You, who never turned away.
You, who was there for me when I needed someone the most.
Only you could ever fit the missing jigsaw puzzle to my sorrows,
and magically fix them.

But now you're gone,
and there isn't a day goes by where I don't think of you.
Not a day where I don't think of you and feel all my entrapped emotions escape from within.

When you're so high, way up in the clouds,
I can't talk to you.
I miss you.

A.C

It doesn't make sense.
I can't make sense of it all.

When I looked at you, I used to see everything,
as if the world lived in your piercing blue eyes.

Now, all I see is how many daunting seasons have passed,
countless beyond compare to the amount that have in reality.

I can't explain it,
I can't explain how it makes me feel.

A.C

For some,
Love means everything.
It's like that because some people thirst for that attention,
be it good or bad or whatever consequences they face.

But not me.

For me, love is looking at something that makes me feel at home.
Be it a sunset or a sunrise,
Or the morning frost on the towering trees.

For me, love is indulging oneself in doing what they love,
What makes them feel at home with themselves.

Love for me is indescribable,
On a never ending spectrum.

And that's okay.

A.C

Looking back at old pictures.
Because who wouldn't want to go back to being the once so strong and confident being they used to be.
Because I know I would.

A.C