We might have been too different,
though we were evenly struck.

We bet our hearts
and lost it all-
Love was not our luck.

All I wanted was to be loved,all I did was just for to be loved,i never cared about anything but to be loved,nothing mattered to me but to be loved,I think I lost my self all for just to be loved,all I wanted was to feel how it is to be loved,beloved was all I wanted to be,it wasn't  my intention to hurt my beloved ones,i guess I once went too deep,some say ignorance is bliss,but I say ignorance took my bliss,who should I blame the man on the mirror nor the man in front of the mirror,the soul is in front of the mirror not on the mirror, in front of the mirror is the beloved Me,which is who to be blamed,oh the so beloved Me.

when you have each other you have everything

love and happiness this to you will bring

sharing life together with a love so true

that is there forever for your whole life through.



happy and content you will always stay

when you have each other life will be that way

sharing life together forever and a day

and the love you share that will never stray

why do i always fall for the
pretty boys
pretty boys
who always treat me like
little toys
little toys
why can't i fall for the
good guys
good guys
who can actually see the sadness
in my eyes
in my eyes

yesterday,
i was the one
with firefly's wings
caught in their chest;
i was the sun
trying to shine
through opaque skin
and clouded smiles

tomorrow,
i'll be the one
with a smile
sickly sweet
it'll cause a
stomach ache;
i'll be the sun
so bright, it will
burn your skin

but today,
i am something
in between

today,
i am the sun
peeking through
rain clouds;
i am a chrysalis
hoping to turn into
something beautiful

today, i am me.

Poetry doesn't need to rhyme
For every single time
Considering that poetry is emotion
That's evidently in motion
And I desire to write something subtle
Where I'll be thinking hard for a strange title
(J.a.t.m)

Last night I was drinking wine
And I was making ***** poems of mine
I was so problematic at that time
Thinking about you all the time.

I woke with a mourning face
With no life and grace
I was deceived by your embrace
Leaving no word or any phrase

Now I am crying while I'm making this piece
With no euphoria or a bliss
I will forget the past that nothing is to be reminisce
Including our last true kiss