I write poetry
in the midst of solitude

of infinite miseries
I yearned to elude

words engraved
in a rose-kissed canvas

are fragments of hidden
memoir of the past.

Cherish the scar
that once puzzled
you to believe.

Cherish the scar
that once vexed
you to forgive.

Cherish the scar
that once broke
your heart.

Cherish the scar
that once ripped
you apart.

Cherish the scar
that once was
your haven.

Cherish the scar
for you to take
the risk again.

A beautiful victim
of poisonous greed,
hurt, *****, abused
but was known to be
a monstrous villain.

Memories
were made
to die,
like the sun
bid the moon
goodbye.

You are more than a lover to me,
you are my best friend
you are t­he coffee in my morning,
you are the blanket in my cold nights
yo­u are my peace of mind,
you are in every heartbeat
you are the re­medy I believe,
you are one of a kind,
I could never find 
someon­e like you in a lifetime,
this love,
this beautiful feeling,
you ­are the only one 
who can define.

mourning
on the
morning sun

just a month
of a
newly year

already
a lot of
painful memories
has come