What is it about life that makes her sad?
Is she looking on the wrong side?
Someone might laugh,
Calling her pessimist in life.

Is it wrong if ignorance is not her bliss?
She cares about the smallest detail made.
And despite not all understand it,
She won't end this sadness with a blade.

What is it about life that makes her sad?
If this continues till end,
She has no choice but to embrace it like a friend.
For she wants to make this insane life well spent.

Slave of doubt
today you're nothing,
if you don't surmount it,
tomorrow will be the same.

If they ask me to find
a four-leaf clover,
I will proudly smile
and turn to you.
For I am
considered fortunate
when I befriended
a rare miracle,
you.

He doesn't need a friend,
he needs someone who feeds his
selfishness.

Misunderstanding an idea,
blinding himself in a misguided
happiness.

Admiration into obsession,
stranger turned stalker.
A lover became a creep,
he is a tale of the awakened monster.

Birds singing melody,
for you to awake.
Pull yourself out the tent,
and everyone shall celebrate.

Step onto the land,
move wherever you please,
your footprint shall mark
history that you exist.

Towering trees,
swaying along the wind.
They await your presence so
they can finally breathe.

The sun acknowledges you,
his rays shine brightly upon you.
Ready to surrender his reign,
for you to see the glorious moon.

When fate plays game on you,
don't feel any gloom,
for the flowers will send their scent,
you can lie with them as they bloom.

The clouds will unite
to shower you rain,
to wash away your worries
and let your happiness invigorate.

Setting out on a journey,
on my way back home.
Figuring out the pieces left,
picking them up as I roam.

The fragments of identity,
the dreams that I wove.
Settled to find anything,
even the masks I've worn.

Desperately looking for truth,
from the past that made me hope.
Meticulously observant,
of the things that once made me whole.

Home is where I belong.
Home is what I have longed.
Home will remind me the goal,
that made me want to soar.
Home will heal the me,
that fell ******* a cold floor.