Perfect little golden fruit
As rare as the freedom you've brought upon
As rare as the fruit itself that brought upon
The soaring feeling of a falling fruit

Perfect golden fruit that was once a flower
A flower which for heaven's mercy bloomed
Dew drops on petals like a groom
It grooves along a rainy shower

Perfect, too perfect and flawless
An escape from this wonderful place
Of rotten carcasses beneath a smiley face
Perfect escapism nonetheless

Too perfect. Shining too perfectly
Even with eyes shut I see clearer
A fruit so **** sweet and sour
That shall it be gone I'll crave death badly

And should perfection leave existence
Darkness will breakout, so does my eyelid
Pure gold fruits are fairytales to begin with
In real typhoons no groom shall dance

i remember the day
when i was considered
relevant.

the urban lights at night
were as bright
as my wake.

i'd wake up noon yet
you'd greet good morning
then my day was made.

you were a gift from
the heavens that i
believe do not exist.

you were my every poem
yes you are poetry
and still my poetry.

you filled my heart
so much that
when you left me
my chest felt heavier.

you, i wish i could
say your name.

but i can't.
i'm a coward.

i chose to stay
silent in the corner.

forced my self to not
get in your way.

but you are happy
without me.

maybe i made the
right decision.

i just hope you made
the right decision too
with the man you
barely met
yet you really loved
more than you could
ever to me.