Laid down, lights on
It was bright, the light
Reminds me of you
As radiant as the sun light
As beautiful as the moon light
And yet it hurts
My eyes, now teary, searing with pain
I turned off the lights
And yet I still see you
Your brilliance your sillhoutte still etched in my mind
Waiting for the pain to die down
Slowly

There was a Bird
Flying high, free and alive
And there was the Hunter
Traps set, cage ready

With no fail the bird gets captured
Caged and brought home
Left unsure, scared not knowing what's to happen
The bird longs for the sky
The Hunter longs for the Bird
He feeds the Bird, takes care of the Bird
And yet the Bird still longs

Time passes, the Hunter lets free of the Bird
Knowing that the Bird will never be truly happy caged
The Bird happy and free, flies
Not caged anymore it flies
And yet it doesn't leave the Hunter
The Bird that long for freedom has been forever caged with the hunter
Always caring, always loving
Caged in the warmth of the Hunter

*Are you the Bird or the Hunter

You are so bright
Showering me with your joy and happiness
You give color to my world painting it on a blank canvas of stars and blue
With a swift boom you make my heart resound as it echoes
And yet you left me with chaos then emptiness
You came and left quickly, leaving only trails of ash
Bits and pieces continue to fall hurting my being
And then silence, ear shattering silence

******* fireworks..

We are alike
We like the same hobbies, same movies, same food, same everything
And yet we will never be
Because like magnets, we will never meet
We are two north poles
We will never see each other
We are too alike
Avoiding, evading, not even glancing
Barred by a force not even knowing how

Merry Christmas!!!

*What else can I say

A broken chair holds no more support for one to sit on
A broken piano sings an offtune note that no one would understand
A broken body means you have reached the physical end of one's life
And yet a broken spirit will haunt you for all eternity.
What is one's body when there is spirit no more
A broken doll with no emotion rotting til the end of its days
One may say that it can be fixed to return order yet that is merely a lie
One can never go back to the way things before because time moves forward
It can never be before, a happenstance at best

Patheticness is a choice not a label**
You choose to be pathetic and that is what drives every ****** person to rethink their life choices
It is a mindset of cowardice and acceptance of your truly pathetic life
And yet one becomes strong being pathetic
As only the strong can overcome and the weak gets drowned
So rise you pathetic people
As the others have done as the only one they never took pity on is themselves.

Time check two hours til midnight
He called, you left
Earphones plugged, distraction for the unnerving silence

Waiting, hoping, for you to come back
A minute passed, an hour passed
In the end, I have finally realized it
Tomorrow has come, and you are not here

Woke up to the twilight morn
With an aching head and an aching heart
Hands touch the sheet of my bed
To shield myself away from both the cold and the loss warmth

The alarm clock started to ring, to my funny luck
Given with the choice to leave it on or turn it off
It was always the same thing that ****** me
Left with the choices that I never want to hear, do, or see

But clearly I am always the loser at this game called love
As every turn every choice is wrong when push comes to shove
It always leads back to why I did this and why not do that
Forever making decisions that will never be enough

And so go back to the culprit that started this montage
Still ringing still ticking haunting me every second
Likening itself to my every love that went gone
To stop is to accept that I have succumbed to my fate
To let it ring is to endure for an eternity.
All I can think of now,
"Why did I buy that stupid clock."

It hurt
And yet I am happy
You've made me realize
That I was capable of such love
So thanks for breaking me

"There are other fishes in the sea, better luck next time
I have always hated this phrase, too hypocritic
Isn't love suppose to come only once?"
Said the Hopeless Romantic