oh my, a white flower.
pale as snow and oh so pure
that the devils cower
is it a cure?
distaste in my mouth
how can something be so innocent
when my whole life is going south
not a sliver of thing decent
I didn't flinch
as I crush the flower with my foot
maybe I'm a Grinch
pessimistic to the root
felt its petals grinding
turning into powder
consumed by a rage so blinding
that makes me wonder
what have I become
...?

his heart flourishing,
while hers' wilting.
his feelings were a lie,
yet hers was real to get core.
he couldn't care less,
couldn't love unless,
she stripped off her clothes;
offering her body,
for a terrible man like him.
she took it as a whim,
thought it was normal;
then he fell for another,
leaving her in the dust.
she thought it's a must,
that in order to love;
you need to give, and give,
until he's satisfied.
she was never justified,
and passed away,
with a broken heart.

i said, i'm a loner.
he replied with, so you're lonely.
he's somehow right.
but a little wrong.

maybe a longer is like the moon,
never being able to fit in with the stars.
but it's kinda lonely.
so we spin around the earth,
sometimes letting them see us
and sometimes hiding away.

when it's cloudy,
and you can't see the moon-
maybe we were having a bad day.
and staying out of sight
makes us feel better.
slightly, at least.

some people love the moon,
and those are the ones
we cherish, and hold close to
our hearts. ♡

crayons in hands
and stickers on face
with a cute headband
as i decorate my camera case

♡

i miss those days

♡

a pen in hand
and pimples on face
with a rubberband
as i speed up my pace
to finish studying

♡

that's me now

icy wind, creeping in;
peeking out, pupils dilating.
the freezing cold, killin';
chirping of the birds, dying.

a blurry silhouette
skating around, freely.
playing russian roulette;
any step can break my measly-
and fragile heart.

infatuation to falling in love
I'll never have enough of him.
a love story getting wove
trying my best to get that chance
to creep into his heart
and make him feel what I feel.

eyes as dark as midnight;
staring ahead, soulless.
unravelling a puzzling sight,
sparkless.

but those eyes
were the pair that made me vulnerable
as the walls around me say their byes;
emotions crashing down on me, unbearable.

salty water making my eyes moist
as I peered at those eyes;
clearing out the foggy mist,
diminishing the lies.

my heart cracking,
my sadness spiking.
and i thought to myself,
such mesmerizing eyes.

on bare feet
treading light footprints
following the beat
of the rush
from ocean waves
to adopt seashells
as she paves
a path sideways
towards the sea
dipping her feet
letting things be
letting wind blow
her hair messy
she gives out
and finally smiles
as if there
is no tomorrow