If Life was black and white
I'd be dating you, right
for we are both lonely
I can tell from the melancholy
in the pieces you write.
We're both broken
and we have enough
words to fix each other
If only love was red and pink
the flooding passion you have
*would not only end in ink.

Sometimes I wish I had done things otherwise
I wish I had just cheered you when you supposed
that you loved me, I wish I had just led you on…
But I don’t regret, even if I had the chance to rewind
the clock, I’d still guarantee that we wouldn’t work
because it’s not only true but also the right thing to do…
You are a holy grail every lad wishes they would get
and am just a lad you would soon forget
I just protected you from the guilt of having pulled the
trigger by taking the bullet out of the chamber
even before you learnt how to use the rifle.

If this tree
should ever come to fall

Let its gnarly limbs
point up to heaven

If its heart
should ever come to a stall

Let it die
with errors pardoned
and sins forgiven

we're so engulfed in love, society, work, and other things, that sometimes we forget to stop

and b r e a t h e
.

she's as beautiful as her pieces
sadly she'll never know
that I hold her with high regard, no
she'll never know I yearn for her kisses