I should've seen it coming,
But I didn't when I could've done,
So **** it,
In the deep end I go,
Miscommunicating with everyone all along,
Hearing one thing,
But seeing another.

Listen to these differences
Between you and me
Because they'll be handy, honey,
When you're wondering what you did wrong.

You claw for attention
Of your music taste
Because it's mainstream,
All that modern pop making your brain
Wonder what it's like to prefer rock.

I Like It Heavy like the Halestorm song
Because I see the good in the bad and the ugly
Not like The Chainsmokers
Deciding which filter to use

You watch White Chicks
Because you feel like you can relate to the blonde twins
Locked up in the room
Waiting for those cuts to heal

My friends and I watch it
Because we have a laugh at the guys
Dressing up as teenage girls
Farting in the restaurant being hit on by another guy

I could list a whole lot more
But I'd rather not, so
Do you see the difference?

Ink Stains



Ink is bleeding through

soft drops of poison all black and blue,

little truths and promises scrawled across the surface

my heart drawn freely onto a blank canvas.

I gave you the pen but it bled through,

staining the perfect white with crimson hue

a savior in need,

for my heart indeed

I guess this is what you came to do.

One cannot erase a permanent mark,

but simply shade over to make it dark

Like a scar or wound that can not be replaced,

by a simple touch or look on your face,

but I need you to heal me,

I need to feel the warmth you extend so freely,

I need the sweetness of your breath to fan across my face,

a kiss of your lips not a moment to waste.

Because your love is the key to make us last

regardless of our horrid and troubled past.

so put down the pen you hold so dearly

and just come closer, please come near me,

because I promise I'll be forever yours for the rest of eternity.

Can love be blind anyway?

I saw my mum yesterday
Tears pricking like sparkles trying to say
Something about that heavy ring
Which somehow did not bring
A smile onto her face
Marriage arranged
But now happiness diplaced.

Can love be blind anyway?

At the darkest night the moon radiating
The weakest light, peace creating
Their eyes lock but just for a second
And for rest of their lives
As my experience reckoned
The relation got red and they broke their ties.

Can love be blind anyway?

Her beauty was beyond compare
A poet sung 'bout that eyes, bare,
His voice slowly cracking
Her motherhood slowly coming near
He sung 'bout her day and night
She is beautiful, that's right,
The waving strands floating had their own wings
This secret admirer tried more to sing,
He was in love just as he said,
But now he's shoved to dread,
She broke her promises,
He broke his too,
Isn't love where promises rule?

Can love by blind anyway?

I think it's my time to have my say,
I'll see when I fall someday
Till then this question would forever sway.

Can love be blind anyway?

Long ago that day
A song crawled in my ear
Kissing the sunset in a pray
The sweetest sweetest one you could hear.

Better than at a breaking dawn
Farewelling the sun
Awn and awn
It folded my heart as the horizon run
Out of light of the drowning spot
There was something different
It was a melancholy strain, a lot.

The beautiful waves
Warped my tears
Pulling my legs
Closer to itself for me to clearly hear.

Blindly my way was made
By the voice my conscience afore-bade
When it first pricked my ears
With a farewell so beautiful,
So sad it brought out my tears,
To the shine going cuticle
'Tis a song better than at dawn
I hoped it went awn and awn and awn.

At the tip of mount
She sat
Knees on ground
Her beautiful lips suddenly spat
Infuriating tone cursing the winds
It wasn't a song it was a chit-chat
With someone for her heart stings.

Familiar her tone was
Long ago described by my mother
The old singer knelt down was
Someone whose tale had shuddered
My heart, my soul
This old lady
Once in a baby princess's role
Now sitting in dark shady
Sunset, was crying and wailing at them
Who destroyed her as they blasphemed
Her holy euphoria,
Her only joyful memoria.

The night darkens
And the story flashes
Of no Romeo no Juliet in their pretty garden,
But countless stars beating hardens
Not life of two but the whole universe
Let me start it with a violent verse....

(continued in Chapter 2)

Stop treating me like I'm two
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm thirty
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm ignorant
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm you
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like that
And start treating me
Like I'm

*Fifteen,
Not two, not thirty,

I know what you're talking about,
So please,
Cut me some slack.

I'm me.
Get over it all ready.

The wind blows through my hair
As I walk
And listen to my favourite music
Making me feel like I can escape my life
Even if for half an hour at most.

The wind blows a cold breath
Through my bones
Causing a light shiver
Across my goosebumps

The wind blows scattered leaves
Across the empty street
As I grin and grin
At the freedom of peace
I shall enjoy pleasantly for a moment,
If not a few.

*The wind blows.