Those
Who
Suffer silently
                         Grow wise

Sufferings are painful
But the fruits of forbearance are sweet

Curious
To know

About atonement

You are truly perspicacious

Condescending is not cowardice
It's your audacity to maintain your goodness

We don't grow wise
Until we commit mistakes

Love is pouring into my head
Yeah I'm just 14 and they say
Love is a crime until adolescence absorb you
Yeah they are right
But let they know
Being in love
Is human and I'm too human

Politeness is snow
When it falls everything is cloaked
When it melts
All feel its rhythmic touch

Never compare your talent with anyone.
This is the attribute of a shakespearean buffoon.

I hide
In rooms
Cold and spacious

Sleep is a hunter
Triggered
and mendacious

Through cracks
In crevices
Here I am

Studying the arts & architecture
Of historically
Dead mayhem

Affixed and frozen
To the ceiling
Of my head

Where twisted thoughts
Grin signature
Red

I can quote
All sorts
Of useless things

But none so urgent as prayers
In escaping what
My polar opposite brings

Freedom is a seed to sprout anywhere