the rose is a mystical one
cloaked with thorns that ******
a beautiful disaster

the dandelion is a coy fellow
cloaked with soft heads that sways
a beautiful scenery

i don't want to both of them
but i seem to be stuck in between
because the dandelion loses itself
while the rose loses others

a.o.

2:34 am

as I lie down breathing
wondering if
tomorrow will ever come
your image quickly
passes over my head.

all these colors I see
in the dark
made me thought
that the dark may hold
feelings, too.

but my grandmother once said
"never trust the dark
for it shields
its true breath"
the thought of it
leaves me wary

so all i will
ever think about
is your eyes
your smile
your lips

i could feel it
and i could see it above me
for i am no longer afraid

a.o.

take me back to paradise
where love was a curse
and the lies were the the truth

take me back to heaven
where my scars are forgotten
and my sins are cleansed

take me back to age 8
when my appearance defined me only
and my flaws were unrecognized

take my back to your arms
where i can truly be myself
and understand what true love is

a.o.

i am slowly living
leaning on my own shoulders,
hiding my tears

where i'm suppose to find comfort,
i find judgment.
and i don't know if i want to
play everyone's games anymore.

so i carry my own self
because there's no one left to love
when i'm suppose to see hope and trust,
lies and betrayal are written over it.


a.o.

You're in my veins you're in my thick skull you're in my throat you got me intoxicated you got me insane can't you see how much I have fallen for you, so hard that my stomach tightens and my rib cages crack and mu skin becomes swollen?

SUMMER BECAME WINTER AND MY COFFEE GREW STALE COLD BUT MY FEELINGS REMAINED THE SAME.

When I looked into your eyes I realized that you never loved me at all. Your touch was cold, your body unwelcoming and though I could feel our bodies exhilarate I didn't feel the ignition of the flame.

*YOUR EYES ARE LIKE WATERFALLS - ENDLESS AND LEADING ME TO UNKNOWN WORLDS.

I’d rather let the monsters of the dark burn me than to be haunted by the whispers that will never attend to my pain.