She was lost.
She keeps telling herself that she’s not,
But it’s proven that she was lost,
when she don’t know which way to go;
left or right,
to go ahead or to go back?

She cried and cried.
Not knowing which way to go.
Not knowing what to do.
No help came when she screamed and yelled,
no one even heard her.

Darkness came within minutes
and in an hour, she was in complete darkness
with no help, no light, no one.

She cried and cried some more.
All she prayed for is for some guidance,
some signs,
something,
anything
to show her which way to go
because she was completely lost,
alone
in complete darkness
with nothing

but her own tears.

R.S

Father father,
Where have you gone?
Please hold me tight
What have I done?

Where have you been?
You were supposed to help
When I was having a spin.

Where have you gone?
I need your comfort,
I can’t hold on.

I miss you very much,
Am craving for your touch.

Father father,
I’ll see you soon
Maybe now or maybe in June

Father father,
I have not made you proud
I did things that weren’t allowed

Please forgive me
For not being the best
I’m just a little girl who is a bit depressed
Please forgive me
For being sad
And also bad.

Father father
I will change
To make you proud
To make you smile
In a room full of crowd
But it may take awhile
Because
Father father,
I am perfecting myself
With the books on my shelf
And I will pray for you
With all I have.

Father father
I have missed you so,
Wait for me in heaven,
Because I really want to show
What you have given,
Wisdom and lesson
To the right direction
And I will be the best daughter
To the greatest father.

R.S

She was beautiful
like a red blooming flower.
So beautiful that he wanted to take a closer look at her.
The closer he gets, the more he can see her thorns and how her beautiful red colour fades.
But he didn’t care, he come closer anyway.
Because he loved the way she was beautifully standing and she was so nice.

“So beautiful,” he thought, “nothing can be more beautiful than her.”

She whispered the sweetest scent that mesmerised him and he fell for her right away.

He wanted to touch her but when he did, she poisoned him with watery goo.
She said words that too painful for him to even recall but he loved her anyway.
He had hope that she will change and stop spitting poisons at his face.

But patience has it’s limits and he had lost all his hope after a year when she spits the most poisonous words at him: “I never loved you.”

He turned away – hopeless, lost and broken hearted.
He was distraught.

He was broken like pieces of a broken glass.

R.S