Once while raining i looked at the glass window
Not to see the spectacle but to see myself
But I'm taken aback with what i saw
A girl I didn't know was staring at me
And I eagerly ask my self who she is
Is she the ever-loving daughter at this house?
Or the  girl who seemed born to please others?
Her bright smile which she never forget to wore
Her silly jokes who makes everyone at ease
And her laugh so genuine always lighten up the atmosphere
But have you looked in her eyes?
Have you tried staring directly at it?
Because it tells another story
Her eyes so pure seemed to have a voice of its own
screaming, searching and pleading
Her gaze is lethal and as broke as she is from the inside
Even the most alluring smile can't hide the loneliness in her eyes
If you'll just pay attention
You will see her heart through her eyes shattering into pieces,
abandoned in a dark cold place and silently shouting
**"It's not me, Its fake"

"Daddy look at all the sandcastles"
"Aren't they all so grand?"
"Who could have known a king and his throne,
Could simply be made out of sand"

"Look at the beautiful towers"
"I wonder if a princess lives there"
"I'll bet she is kind, they're so hard to find,
With beautiful long flowing hair"

My daughter loved to go to the beach
She loved the sandcastles the best
But she didn't know her heart was too slow
And soon they would open her chest

It's funny sometimes how time can fly
It only seems like yesterday
There was a major complication with her operation
And my daughter has passed away

I still go to the beach from time to time
To see the sandcastles on display
I still close my eyes and part of me dies
Each time I hear her say

"Daddy look at all the sandcastles"
"Aren't they all so grand?"
"Who could have known a king and his throne,
Could simply be made out of sand"

Don't walk to close to me. I don't like feeling alive.

In this world run by lies
Learn to be wise;
Some may look nice
But they may be otherwise.
Sounds innocent when they speak
But it may just be all part of the trick;
Dare not to believe
Coz their inner motive is to deceive.

Cry me an ocean,

not a river

I like depth,

not flow

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