I've been too busy writing my fantasies
that I forgot how to make you my own
in reality.

It's because even fairytales
has an end
And no one really knows
what would happen next.

"you'll be fine."*
but a voice inside
is saying otherwise.

My mind keeps on spilling erratic thoughts
But my hands can't keep up with the pace
Too many words are being wasted
Unwritten, then forgotten
Vanishing into the thin air

That night there was something different from his caress
So gentle, almost like a prayer
And just like every dream
Disappeared at the light of the dawn

I love the rain

Seizing the cold weather
Covered in thick blanket
Book in one hand
Tea in a cup

I love the rain

Where I am at peace
Feeling the breeze
Hiding in my sanctuary
Drowning myself with fantasy

I love the rain

my bedroom and life are just alike.
both a mess.

Would you gain something
just by standing
in that neutral ground?

they tell me everyday
the same words of cliché
at least then i knew
no one really understood my fears

In a place unbeknownst
I let everything out
'til I can't feel anything anymore
Other than the stinging pain in my eyes

things like, losing someone
before you realize their importance
have been said too many times,
like a chant,
but from the start
i was aware of what i had
just didn't do anything
because we could lose everything we are
if i told you the feelings that i hide
though, i should've took the risk
and told you everything
because the fear of change
is nothing compared to the pain
of seeing first-hand
the way you smiled
in front of the one
who captured your heart

Tell me that this is just a dream,
That none of this is real.
A mere warning of what future unfolds.
It flashes before me,
So I know what road to take.
This is not real.

Tell me that everything is just a dream,
Shake me from my sleep.
Or is this a daydream?
Whatever, I don't care.
Just please, wake me up
And tell me this is not real.

Tell me that this is just a dream.
That I don't have to worry,
Because I still have time.
I can still make the right choice.

Tell me, please.

She was too busy
painting everyone else's face
Yet hers
is still a blank canvas.

What
things
could've
made
you
lose
so
much
life
in
your
eyes?