Peach burns in the western sky
as darkness plunders the hills,
leafless trees stand
like a row of dead soldiers
along Galley Road,
a quiet testament
to a different time,
an era of content,
now gone.

Looking at a very sweet couple
"I wish that is me"
Looking at a beautiful woman
"I wish I am as beautiful as her"
Looking at a happy family
"I wish that one is mine"

For every beautiful thing I see
My heart would feel touched and ached
Wanted those moments I saw to be mine

Looking at myself standing in the mirror
"I wish I can be less envy and just appreciate what I have now"

I was fifteen and as sober as I'll ever be
when a man I'll never know told me more than God ever did
With a broken embrace and hands that fell singed and irrelevant as parchment
He said he couldn't go yet
I told him no one wants to. He told me everyone does.
Because dying is inevitable
It's a lock that can't be picked
But everyone wants to die happy
And he had never been happy

That's what he said to me.

I think I really ****** up
****

Your lonely poems used to be of comfort to me,
your new perspective on repeat
was guaranteed to make them bleed
but they're exactly what I need.