She's tired..

Like a flower slowly withering as the cold wind goes

She needs the sun again.

She needs moisture.

Or maybe it's time for her petals to fall.

So let it hit the ground

Softly and full of grace

For she may flee

With the beauty of the wind

and be gone

but exist

*forever..

Let me see the light

Let me see my worth

Let me feel it in my skin

Let me know it deep, deep, within.

I want to feel joy

I want to feel affixed

Let me see it

Let me feel it

I need it now

Like I have never before

I'm counting days

I'm nearly at this edge

*I beg you, bring it to myself

My gaze is a reflection of the horizon:
Ever unending,
Obscure,
Teeming with anticipation.
This taste of bitter sweet tang
Which we all hoped for to end
But never wished to pass
Reminds me that we are free
Uncontrollable
Fragile.
Yet we pretend we are otherwise
For that we feel stronger.
Neglecting our flaws
Insisting a blanket of perfection.
But you are you
I am me
We are we
And your edges create your wholeness.
Do not be scared, child
Because we all are.
Have courage and be proud.
That’s how you wield your dagger.

So again,
You would rather leave
Than prove yourself to me
That I am wrong.
What am I  to you?
I have questioned this myself for quite too long.
What are you to me?
I have known and yet I am still in doubt.
What are we doing?
I am drowning in this misery
And the last hope of breath
Is still uncertain
As flow of glee
To a masked man.

I don’t know
I don’t know