Melancholic soul
born from
comparison of superficial beauty
from the society.
Made her sing melancholic songs
and howl at the stars at night; crying and wishing she could
be Aphrodite.

Santa Claus is coming
delivering sun
on this cold winter day.

The sun that change sour face
into cotton candy sweet,
happy face into rays of sun.

Santa Claus is coming
bringing love
to warm our cold bodies.

Santa Claus is coming
wishing merry Christmas!

Hearing words of kindness
From a stranger, a new friend,
(Or anyone for that matter)
Is a rarity these days.
I only bring pain
And disappointment,
Or at least, it seems that way.
But to hear sweet, beautiful words
From a newfound friend
It makes my heart flutter
And fills my somber mind
With joyful, blissful thoughts.

I glimpse at you
And you spread glitter on my heart
I can't help but to write you
Because you're a masterpiece
Of skin.
The shade of purple
You projected  
Is beautiful as poetry.

I destroy myself to feel alive
I destroy myself to feel sane
I destroy myself to feel content