Even if it hurts, I smile
My feelings of happiness is a lie
Deep inside my heart I'm bleeding
Holding back the feeling of loathing.

The tears of sadness twisted with joy
Living a life as if I was a toy
Pretending to play house with fantasy
The pain is overdosed like ecstasy.

Longing for the love I wanted
From miles away it tilted
To the road where she likes it
And the place which I am unfit.

Thus, I pretend my emotions
To start no worries and commotions
Even if it burns like hell
I'll die hearing the funeral bell.

Ebbing and flowing freely,
Unrestricted by man’s chains.
Nothing can ever stop this flow,
Or the luminescent lunar body
That raises these soulful waters.

December 8th was the last time we talked

No more suns or moons or stars or laughter

No more music or dancing or singing

No more fluttering heart or late nights

No more happy fights

I want it all back

And the only way is with you

I take photos now, that's new

And I learned to draw lips like you used to

But despite the things I've learned

I still yearn

in moments of bliss
you shine inadvertently
unsure of why I worry of you

in fragments of abyss
you relieve deliberately
sure of why I wish for you;
I certainly cannot miss

If I dont know now
Will I ever ?