TO the lady who's heart's so empty,
this piece aims to give her clarity
of what to feel or how to see
her situation that's adorably messy.

TO the girl who once had her heart
broken from the most miserable art.
Art of rejection and one-sided love,
She's grown an expert, a wingless dove.

TO the maiden who exists but not lives,
as she's unaware of her reason to believe
that one day, she might actually be
as genuinely happy as she wants to be.

Please look after yourself more
And neglect what's keeping your pleasure.
Allow leisure to aglow you with ecstasy
to make you see your true beauty.

You are not born to rely on anyone's view
You are yourself and you are brand new.
He made you strong, and strong you will be
For this emptiness is test for bliss that's timely.

On the 6th day of my confession
I felt something's fading
Uncertain if it's the light or the progression
Of a dubious passion that's ceasing.

A ghostly trespasser
In the corner of my chest
Creeping against her
Will. He tried his best.

You weren't born to please anyone
You're not alive to feel pressured
Towards their unlawful judgment
Be genuine and everything is rest assured.

On the 5th day of May
I finally conceded that I failed.
To prevent my heart throughout the day
And night, I bailed.

Only to realize, it's too late now
Not to say sorry but to stop this wild,
Foolish admiration and will try to vow
To disregard this thing I have inside.

Feel it in my chest, beating rapidly
And presto,
I realized I'm doomed, really.
For it's not what it was supposed to do.