A tremble begins to settle on seething skin
She is a maker of parasitical kin
It does not consume like a dancing fire
But it amplifies with a vision of curdling desire
Just like a mother, it grows like a molding seed
A miracle of the asexual spirit in a world of greed
Abrupt in nature, beloved by its own flesh and blood
It left an intangible mark inscribed on her soul in disguise of a hunch
A precautionary tale serves a special prevention of the ugly occurrence
What a marvelous delight it becomes when it reverts as a guide, full of opulence
But not in a sense of monetary value, rather a calculated demise

How does one understand a raw creation of wrath?
What will she become after venturing the thorny path?
Does an inquiry halts her progress in activating fury?
Is there an object of her ire that requires a narrative of her mutiny?
Why does the poison never spread like death in a rush?
Can she possibly raise an army to march with an uncontrollable urge of violence?
When will she endure the thinning of her lips to match the peace of a deafening silence?
Is there a warning to keep herself intact for the coming apocalyptic days?
Will it save the dormant history of her being through enactment of saving face?
The question remains unanswered, but the fulfillment of the instrumental vengeance shall prevail

The inappropriate conception is almost complete to its term
A note emerges from an acidic confinement for the preparation of a womanly stern
This clump of a girl is not a shameful creation for the sake of tragedy
If anything, the child's fulfilling rage will cleanse her ancestors as a token of remedy
There is no reminder of a continuing paternity names on her birth
No need for prophetic visions as she strikes down the Earth
An abundant offerings on her behalf shall never satisfy her
As the melting iron starts to sizzle the plumper skin, the blinding nostalgia of rage tastes better
She has no patience for warnings to initiate an appropriate plan
The hour of her sustainable war has begun

Before you came into my life, I already know I love you
I know it's cheesy but I admit it's true
Past lovers do come and break us, indeed
Because of their empty promises, we believed
I thank my God everyday
Both of my hands together, to kneel down and pray

A relationship with no label but already committed
We compete for each others academics but not conceited
You were once a bad boy who stole everything they got
And I am a strong girl for the pain that I always forgot

Remember the night I told you to take care of my heart?
It is wonderfully constructed yet so fragile when they break apart
That is why I picked you because you're fit
For in the end, you're always worth it

They thought we're perfect, they thought we're always happy
Sometimes I go downhill and feeling ******
I understand you understand
That I bleed words for dinner, and drink poems for breakfast

But I will never forget last night
When I wished you a sweet dreams and sleep tight
We had a slight misunderstanding
Until we found out we're both breaking

I told you the other day I was fine
As a reader you will read between the lines
Then why did I cry on that night?
But don't worry. my love, for I will be alright.

If it is something that should not be broken
That should be your heart
If it is something that should not be shedding
That should be your tears

My dear, every mistake that you've made
One day, it will go away
If it is not for today, that will come someday
For now, we should indulge into the pain

If the battle that you are fighting for dignity
Then you're already a hero
It doesn't matter if you lost the war
There are things that should not be worth fighting for

If you feel like you're dying
Bleed for me
If you feel like stopping the time in the world
Write for me

If there is one thing that I am saluting you for?
That is for yourself, who decided to rise up from the ashes, to come back and conquer the world.

It's starts with a phrase called 'maybe'
Brought to you by a man who's cheeky
Those eyes can easily catch your smile
But that girl will call his future wife lucky to walk down on aisle

It is something a man like him wouldn't be described
Although, some feelings will have to go and hide
There's a girl waiting right outside the door
Sad, because she has to be sharp in tongue just like her thorn

He wouldn't know what she felt when she wrote him a poem
There is something about the office that will make him feel at home
All feelings do come and go
Should I say yes? Or should I say no?

She hoped that maybe there will be something
For a girl who likes danger that is daring
Let us end this useless stuff inside her mind for you to see
Because maybe, just maybe, they are really meant to be