The PERFECTION I wanted
Were in my FEATHERs.
I asked the MIRROR , who I see here?
Wanted to GO BACK IN THE PAST  with all those ARCS.
With HIM , I also wanted to disappear .
Those PAPER BOATS took away her INNER MONOLOGUE.
That INSIGNIFICANT one asked WAS IT FUN?
The ARCS CLOSED now and the UNTITLED becomes RAYS .
Remember everything, UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN.

She was fluent with the lies
having lament in her eyes.              
Her silence was like a burden
to hide all those cries.
Smiles she's scared of ,
the smiles of disguise .
Even in solitude,
the shadows of uncertainty arise.
The more she perceived,
the opened doors hide .
All that's left are closed ones
where agony resides.
With the anxious sighs,
she learns to compromise.
Her fragile eyes
with the tears she can't divide.