I just flew through black butterflies
fluttering around a holy circle.
I just saw them lose their color
red yellow and purple
I turned some pages, burnt, outdated
no traces of me has ever been in there
I think I might have been reborn,
I found my pair and lost my share.
I think the butterflies have gotten into me.
or might I've just gotten into them
I used to see a lot of hues
but now all I see is a huge black gem
black butterflies let me fly for the least,
I've lost everything and found my wings
let me fly, let me fly
if ever young caterpillars are to rise
rise up to being beautiful butterflies.

When we were young, the world was smaller,
Easily be filled with your smiles.
I could readily listen to your stories
I would readily wait to sleep.

Oh, it did not take so long, to see the world grow so much bigger
That I would have to wait for months and travel for days
To see your pretty smiles and listen to your sweet stories.
Oh, how I wish the world to shrink again.

It's hard to illustrate
this essence in frames
some love is easily lost
but some love, it stays.

You draw outlines
With precision and care
And still gets smudged
in pain and despair.

You try to illustrate
take every right step
still, leave enough room for silly mistakes.
Some love, it just stays.

You try to erase
those sloppy details.
nevertheless, can't escape
but some love, it just stays.

The bickering sunlight at my door
I am feverish, this crazy flare,
Like flashlight, poignant flashlight pointing at me,
Never been so queasy
Disgruntled, displeased.
There is more to this
More than the glare
The bickering sunlight never goes away
And it has reached my door.
My head is hung down
Upside-down for that
I guess that turns a frown to a smile
I could get used to it.
The sun I defeat,
He is too tired for today
One step back at a time it takes, slow
Promises to be even bolder tomorrow.
I look at it
Maybe he will
I smile till then, may be a smirk;
A smirk from my upturned frown.

Here you are, in the amusement city.
Where faces are not what they seem to be
Where screams and cries is the only melody
Here you are, in the amusement city.

It feels like I have lived here for a while
Though it has just been just a short interval
I may have got used to the stretched wide smiles
And beautiful masks that hide it all.

Last night on the brighter street, two ladies wrapped in scarlet veils,
Bumped into me and hesitantly then said,
“Excuse us but we are running late;
Tonight’s the night of timeless tales”

I hurried and joined them in the brink of an eye
And saw folks along, walking by,
Till we had reached a huge site
Where it had been raining lights.

“Nothing is impossible here,
This bizarre lonesome city,
The more you are here, the more you are here’s
Oh, indeed what a place to be.”
Here you are, in the amusement city.

I've cursed out loud
Yes, I've got a harsh mouth.


And yeah Love is a *****
But I've always been a feminist.