I wanted to sleep but the words kept me up.
They entered my mind and tried travelling to my heart
But before they could do that, I spilled them out on the paper.
I can't let anyone enter that broken **** again, not even words.

Oh Madam Honk,

It's autumn again
And how I desperately wait.
It's been months, please return
As you did the last autumn
The leaves are falling down
Like my hopes, with passing days.
You were the spring I cherished
Oh! It's autumn again.

In the street where every kid was wearing a costume for Halloween
Little Mike was in his regular shorts and tee.
He rang the bell and looked up at the horrific looking lady.
With his innocent eyes fixed on the box of candies
He cheerfully sang "Trick or Treat"
She leaned in and asked, "Well what are you dressed up as, sweetie?"
He looked at his feet, "I am the worst kind of monster, Mrs. Lauren.
I am dressed up as a human being."

She was pretty messed up but unlike everyone else, she used it as an excuse to create wonders that no one else could.
She painted her soul with her finger tips and sang her heart out while dancing on the strings of a guitar.

The world called her some insane and crazy freak.
Little did they know that she was different and unique.

I never found death to be sad and heart breaking. Death is beautiful.
What sad and heart breaking is the good bye that leads to death faced daily.

Perfectly packed tubes of paint cannot create any art
Until they are torn and messed up, like a broken heart.

Hanging onto the life with grey hair and wrinkled face.
She proved the world that nothing could steal away her grace.