He sat with a morbid expression,
Staring past the winter hour
With a blank reflection in his eyes,
thunderstorm raging in his heart.

A faceless crowd pelts them stones,
Mere words decay this noble soul
Vengeance buried in a deep pit,
Beneath an isolation he wore.

Thoughts escalating back and forth,
What was the effect for this cause ?

Only an object for their amusement,
Time and again he felt so lost.

Meld into his young broken-heart,
Were the scars that made him old
And a Nightmare brewing fire,
He'd burn them for all they stole.


Led by the years of his degradation,
He now thirsts for bone and flesh.

The little sickly one they all knew,
Is now made into a monster instead.

If only you could see you, really see you.
If only you could step outside yourself and witness the person you truly are.
You would see the color in you.
The child in you.
The man in you.
The artist in you.
The musician in you.
The passion in you.
The leader in you.
The sincerity in you.
You would see the lover in you.
The awe in you.
The beauty in you.
The smarts in you.
The care in you.
The spirt in you.
If you could see you,
If you could see you, how I see you,
You would know how the spark of you touch feels with every embrace.
If you could see you,
How I see you,
You would discover a whole new version of fairytale
That begun with “Once Upon an April 19th”,
If you could see you,
How I see you,
You would know how when our eyes meet, I fall right back in love
Like it’s the first time.
If you could see you
You would see the snow in you
And the warmth you

You

You, in all of you
If you could see you,
Really see you
You would see how I see you
You would adore you
The true you
The true you I know
The true you I truly love

They are hurt.

We must feel for them.
They need help to heal.

They've been hurt.
They need help.

But what about me?

I am to see to it that I never find you,
dear my stranger.
Because if what Steven Chbosky said was
indeed true,
"We accept the love we think we deserve."
Then, I sure do not believe I deserve you.

It doesn't matter whether or not
the glass is half empty or half full.
what matters,
is the substance that is being poured out.
and who are we to say,
that a man can't walk on four legs.
Someday, our labour will turn to dust.
ashes.
The world still revolves,
and no one will wait for you.
The sun will rise in the east
and sets in the west,
whether or not you can get out of bed.
The time you spend dwelling on a matter that won't so much affect you in 10 years, will fly like dandelion seeds.
There is nothing romantic about how the sea will never stop kissing shore,
no matter how many times it is sent away.
If someone wants you in their life,
they'll tell you.

( FAH )