Mind
is my favourite toy
Yours,
is the most favourite

My mother told me
that drugs and alcohol
are dangerous and lethal
I must avoid them

But she never told me that
a bad guy dressed in suit
and act like a gentleman
is another lethal thing
I can't avoid *him

Daddy,
there's a someone on my window
his eyes are red
and his stare is deadly

Daddy,
he said you don't love me
he said he's going to **** me
it's not true, right, Daddy?

Daddy,
he brings a dagger
and he's about to get in
Help! Daddy! Help!

Daddy,
he's on my door
and he looks like you
Wait

Daddy,
is that you?

Daddy!!!

I know a Riddle
It is short, and simple
But is also hard to solve
I've sailed in the sea of thoughts for nights
I've wandered to the land of minds so far
Still, I didn't get the answer
So I am now here
Seeking help to find the answer

I know a Riddle
This thing has no strings attached,
but has feelings within

I know a Riddle
What is it called when you are more than friends
but less than a couple?

Psychologists say
writing poetry help to heal broken heart
Therefore I write

I prove them wrong

Because the more I write
the more I am reminded of you
and it breaks my heart
into dust

I used to be a philophobic
Then I met you

Your lips,
they're as red as cherries
and as sweet as Sherry

I'm pretty sure
only a sip of them
can get me drunk

But darling,
if it's your lips that I kiss
I'm willing to get intoxicated

I tell you
"I love you"
You tell me
"I love you too
And I want you"
Then you hug me
And your lips meet mine
You take me to your place
We spend a night together
I lay my head on your chest
And you me sleep, safe and sound
Next day I wake up, and realize
It is just another Lucid Dreaming

I'd rather be kissed on my lips
than on my forehead
When you kiss my lips,
you only kiss the physical part of me
But if you kiss my forehead,
you kiss my soul aswell
and it's kind of addictive

But uh-oh
You kissed my forehead more than once
Now, *how can I forget you?

Because of you,
I write
And if only you knew
You're there
In every piece of the poems
I write

All the boys that once lived in my heart,
they made bruises
and bruises gone
But you
made a wound
and wound however
leave scar

I am like a sentence
and you're the full stop
No matter how long the sentence is,
it does not complete
without a full stop

You complete me
Full stop

Six words about you
aren't enough

Hi
How are you?
I miss you
I'm waiting for you

Come here, let me hug you
Let me kiss your pain away
Don't cry, please
You're not alone, I'm here for you

Hey
Smile, you!
You're the brightest when you smile
You should try to smile more often, promise me?

I miss how hold my hand
I miss how you kiss my lips, take my breath away
I miss the pecks on my forehead
I miss your warm hugs

Hey
I miss you
I still love you
But you'll never know

Because all these words are just

- things I wish I could tell you