On the Jester's neck was a blade
What will he do? Run and evade?
No, he made fun of its size:
This one wouldn't cut me into dice—
A funny way to the gates of paradise,
Yet a brilliant way to make one never fade.

In her eyes I was glowing
She thought I was a rare find
A diamond in the rough—
No, I am moissanite.

I am never that grand,
Even a thousand painters
Couldn't paint me as they can't
Get inspired with my abstract self.

It would be better to wonder
From a far like looking at that cool car,
Let it not be known
That it is lacking in parts.

I gaze at the clouds
The way I gaze at you
I find them lovely
No matter what they do
Just like how I find you pretty
Even though you think yourself as a misery.

I feel cold
Thinking about what the stars foretold,
It is inevitable
One day you'll leave me alone.

I had my meds ready
And my tissues are plenty;
How much tears will I shed?
I hope it helps, the scenarios in my head.

Overthinking is a curse
But it does mitigate the worse
The darkness was my bit of light, isn't it ironic—
It's like having a villain save everyone's life... isn't that iconic.

How twisted my world
It gave me the cure even before the disease do unfold;
Tonight it's cold
Without a blanket I curved into a ball
Thinking about the sad things that seems probable.

The lonely flower
among the grasses,
I found you a beauty
among the masses.

Your ebony eyes
took my soul a hostage,
becoming less than a human
more like a servant of cupid.

I am in peace
hearing your heartbeat,
your voice, like a siren
slowly sinking me deep.

Oh, it's scary
how hard I dance
in your grasp; in your tune
I am a puppet of love.

Seems like I inhaled
your pollens—toxic
I have fallen, even though
your red petals blazes.

If ever my heart stops beating
Bring her, she's lovely,
My clock would once again start ticking
Like they're back in the 80s.

Even if the photograph of her fades
She's still my beautiful grace;
Pardon me, Lady Highness
I should brought you a bouquet of roses.

Once the time of us stops,
It's not the end, but only a minute pause;
It only meant the end of this host,
My head will continue rest unto your lap.

In an era next to this
I will still be your lover, I promise.

Why does stardust formed us humans?
Born from great celestials
Yet fragile like a paper fan;

Many say we are related—
In their glorious death
Our history started,
I find it hard to believe
Cause if so
Then why am I here
Stranded in a planet
Full of grief and sadness;

Stars, why you shine on this mortals?
Is this a whim, or that hope in Pandora's box?