I am ready to rehearse
a thousand times
to say love to you
but you are not with me

these summer days
though I’m stuck at home
clothes in my wardrobe
might even wonder
if I’m dead
but feminism in me
keeps me alive

orbs in my dream
draw your attention profusely
with boundless of portrayal
when I open my eyes

chirping birds in the sky
begin assembling pictures of my fantasy
when I scrutinize the artwork
I glimpse a figure of you

I’m your cotton candy
that twirls around your fingers
you promised me to stay by my side
but didn’t you shelter me?
Oh Honey! I’ve melted seeing you every night

you infused energy to my bloodstream,
you brought holly to my home,
you sparked interest to my age.
would you love me the same?

when he is wounded,
his screeches ***** the ears.
when I am wounded,
his ears become deaf to cry.