I touched the Sun with my own hand,
She's cold to the core,
Her neck where my lips often visit,
Got ligature marks all over,
Her eyes that used to shine warm light,
Now dark and colder than Artic nights,
I spent no time admiring her magnificence,
And She had no stars to accompany Her,
How had I failed to see through these lenses?
That She shone dark blue throughout the year,
My life without Her presence,
A life full of fear,
Where I'm counting sheeps all night,
Reading storybooks and folklore,
And cry as I try to fight,
The fact that dawn will arrive no more,
I know my tears won't restore Her flame,
But I'll weep still for I am the one to blame.

You are a thief,
Cause of mischief,
All the eyes you've stolen,
and the souls you've frozen,
are proofs that your talents are golden,
A chest within my chest,
Where my heart are kept safe,
To ensure my soul stay in place,
Yet to the cove of your mercy is where it had laved,
For the sake of repentance or sympathy,
You returned it to me,
Too used to muse on your fantasy,
To you,it longs to be,
Silently,the truth had I veiled,
Though now your songs are my holy grail.

His heart is heavy,
His mind,clouded,
By fate's decree,
and unfortunate reality,
hundreds of shadows surrounds,
yet his soul feel so alone,
for the hearts that had cared are in the ground,
and the souls that had felt are now gone,
they no longer play a part in his song,
their bodies abode 'neath the stones,
the stones of his morning mourns.

On the edge of the Golden Gate Bridge,
playing Gloomy Sunday on a moody Monday,
No longer wish to feel alone,
Just wanted to feel at home,
Death saw how he was scared,
but Death still waited,
For Death knew,
He was much scared of being alone,
He realised that time won't mend,
He knew he was no longer strong,
So the last melody is played,
And he let himself fall,
7 feet deep yet he's no longer scared,
For he and his heart has ended it all.

He is an artist,
Precise on His canvas,
Plotted a million twist,
On His masterpiece,The Universe,
Within it He breathe souls with different scars,
An art so divine,
Skies with 7 billion stars,
Sadly,none aligned.

Not yet.We don't just glimmer in position.We dance as we shoot ourselves across His endless canvas,seeking alignment with another that will fit in the hollow He left in us.He didn't leave a clue so it's okay to be crestfallened and confused,when we thought we'd found the one...only to notice that they're just passing by.Life goes on.

Ocean eyes of yours,
Caught me captive,
Through a curious force,
Led me indecisive,
A desire to unfold the secrets ,
And to discover the beauty that might lie,
I am desperate,
My soul would cry,
For it wishes to merge with yours,
It yearn for us to align,
Your flare my euphoric dose,
Let me leave my blue memories behind,
So I beg you to join my course,
Take this covenant and be mine...

A sprinkle of beauty,
to deny being pretty?,
Sunned by His grace,
shown in her ways,
A drop of stubbornness,
something I'd care less,
Shy or humble,
Resist what she's able,
To make me rage seeing her diamond tears,
To turn me blue as I see her suffer,
To cure my heartache and my fears,
To stun me as I gaze upon her,
Though I've crestfallened hard enough,
Will she realise what she's made of?
Unsure of what my Lord had created,
A curse...or a blessing which will never sate.