A painting illuminated
by the moon so gracious
giving life to a distant memory
of a melancholic ingenue.

A falling angel
caught by a mortal creature,
depicted her desperation
to fix a broken picture.

For the man that defies
the line of their friendship state.
For the man that gave his all
to win her heart whatever it takes.

She will paint this subject all over again,
to express how much he means to her.
For the love she can't reciprocate in reality,
in a painting she'll transform into probability.

My eyes glitter as you speak,
when you tell me your stories and dreams.
I can only feel you, with your eager voice,
everything around the universe shrinks.

Your world is so profound,
where you aspire what your heart only desires.
You are so precious, I'm in pain,
for your presence is pure I cannot contain.

If only I can embrace your existence
and let not anyone invade your space.
I will shield you away from heartaches,
and you will always be safe.

A dying motivation
can be saved,
with kind words
of appreciation.

Say the magic words
and instantly
he'll know he has worth.

It is inevitable to
find a lost soul,
for they are scattered
in every direction.

Be generous to appreciate,
shyness is not enough
to justify your quietness.

Notice he exists
no matter what he is,
empathy is the key
even if it's never close to reality.

Talk to a stranger
no judgment can be seen,
for this day is the only day
that both can meet.

It is an encounter made
either bad or great
but surely your instincts
will cooperate.

A choice to be made,
will a stranger be a friend
even for a day or will it be sustained
in an everlasting chain?

Facts are given,
but none are driven
to learn, act and keep
what's written.

List down all wisdom,
rusty from overly used.
Mimic the wise men
and still end up confused.

Anyone can easily spit truth,
but not all really understood.
For one preaches what has been decided,
a culture of the unaware closed-minded.

It was there.
All through your life,
from sorrow to your glee,
through thick and thin.

It was there.
The you that you're looking for,
whenever you want companion,
whenever you feel alone.

It was there.
The you that console you,
admire you despite your flaws,
holding on, never letting go.

It was there.
Lying in the deepest of your soul,
waiting to awake from your blindness,
waiting to boost your confidence.

It was there,
and will always be,
just learn,
to love yourself.