The girl who brought flames; yet loved the water
of sprinkling desire, pain and affection
She loved the rose that blooms in winter
And adored the sunflower that withers in summer

Allured with the smell of spring,
Waiting for the song the fall may bring
On verge of left and right, she is
Eccentrically falling in love with the bliss

Her mind is an assortment of ******
Her heart; a fragile glass
It may never come together
And soon be poisoned by a mass

The girl who shut the moon;
She covered the sky
But went closer the sun,
and nearly died.

If earth and sky shall meet, ‘tis well
Though known to her the sky may fell
These things we cannot cure and tell
But hidden only inside Maribel.

I wish I could live like a flower
that blooms in the evening
surrounded by enticingly dark welkin — of life and joy, of pain and sorrow
Live like a flower, I wish I could
And rain be my comrade.

Let’s please say we loved each other. And then we did not.
And then let me drown in my own misery.

I am hoping for hope, yet you chose impossibility.
I knew it wouldn’t come together.

My life depends on how your heart is going to utter my name.
And it looks like I’m going to die.

There will always be this one person who makes you feel happy and miserable at the same time. But you couldn’t stop caring because either way would feel like hell and you wouldn’t want to lose him.

The night resembles peace and not pain.
It’s our memories that make us feel miserable.