A drink to my heartbreak,
A toast to this despair,
The break of a fall,
The stunt of the dare.
She was a beautiful mistake,
A princess of the dawn,
For this heart was unaware,
Her love couldn't be won.

The injustice of this tale,
Served by my soul
The ships have all sailed,
While I am alone at the shore.
The claps of the audience,
Don't muse me with awe,
The wind of the soul,
Don't move me this late,

She was a sun in the sky,
The gift of the infinite,
While I am a dust in this land,
The enslaved seconds of the minute.
But then I realised,
I never told her how I feel,
I cried in this foolishness,
The hidden truth as the shades conceal.

But I fear she will say no,
No to my faith.
I was a feather in this storm,
A green leaf as the autumn bathe.
Why the existence of pain in love?
Isn't it supposed to be a victory,
Well I was made a fool,
The heartbreak of the century.

So I ran with this fear,
That this story would be of pain,
For I confessed her the words,
While she was dancing in the rain.
And when she was about to proclaim
I woke to this windowed sunrise,
Shaping the shadows at the ceiling,
To see it was a beautiful dream.

You are the feast
in all of my verses.
Seen in every letter.
Bold in every word.
You reign worlds
between my ink and paper,
and a galaxy on my typewriter-
But all these, you'll never know-
not a breath from me,
not a scrap of my soul.

I find often that my words are empty
Like a heart barren of love.
Isn't it funny that we only care about ourselves?
That's all that humans think of.

My voice is this tool
That I use to manipulate my circumstance;
To please others,
Lie about my stance.

It's so dangerous for me to be honest,
In a house full of monsters.
I'll tell you that it often seems
That my heart will burst.

But its not because my heart is empty,
I definitely have love,
But it's never returned to me,
I'm just something to get rid of.