A miracle,
You were born.
Told me to pray,
All I did was cry.
Like a magical bird, you flutter.
Sweep my pain away,
With every cloud you reach.
The sky dropped you,
It couldn’t handle you.
Too precious for a sulky dome,
Vigorous for a fragile field.
Unreal to have you saving me,
What do your mischievous eyes see?

‪I used to be a lucky star‬
‪the moon drowses‬
‪as my wings burn‬

‪lustrous soul crumbled far‬
‪hey there moon, arises ‬
‪when embers rake, I yearn ‬

I’d like to be a part of your story
but tell me, will you ever be sorry?
for all the pain you caused me
your aimless shadows still haunt me

I want to wake up not feeling lonely
I can’t welcome your body around me
you scar me
you love me
then run to call your army
to put me down on your bed of glory

you draw me like a fairy
you think I’m unwary
I’m chained up dripping sweet cherries

my blood is on your path
my soul will unpack
and all your secrets will find a way back

I don’t know what I want
or what to do
or what to feel
all I know is I’m like a whale
roaming down the moonless ocean
no home is fit for me to sleep
too big in the eyes of a human
too small compared to the sea
what am I supposed to be?
an enormous heart pumping the love away
enough to drown every lover with me
but I’m strange yet a lucky whale
I get to see deep ends and golden keys
never knowing how to start nor proceed
would you mind breathing a little my dear?
spinning in circles of numbness like a freak
welcome to my show I might be mean
I’m a whale in a suit of a human being

I want you to make me feel better
I want you by my side forever
I want you around me like a medal
shiner than all that I can offer
your touch turns my cold heart hotter
than every summer I spent under water
what is it about you that make me scatter
like ashes on your doorway I was a letter
your love felt like a spell casted to pressure
it made my heart stop before my mother
the warmth is fading cover me with leather
can you hear me I’m hidden like a treasure
I left before we dance and dress proper
farewells sweetness hold on to my sweater

it is the end of the day
I do not believe in god
but I am on my knees
conflict with faith yet I pray
for my soul that is flawed
there I cried under the trees

leafs on my skin
feels like a beloved’s touch
stories of heartbreak
there all my pain will begin
waited for the call a bit much
longingly admiring a mistake

lonely in a room of mysteries
plunging into woes
aiming for a notice
isn’t it cruel to wipe the histories
sculptures of us froze
and all we have is a poem