to talk about us is to feel things that can not be felt
it is like trying to define what we are
in words that are not even existed in the world
you are white whilst i am black
you are the sinner whilst i was the saint
and we think that things we are doing for each other is
to fix and to save and to rescue
when all we are doing right now is
to damage and to ruin and to break
there is no place left for two of us
so why bother keep telling them we are real?

- n, 2014.

my eyes caught a fallen angel singing when the sky was grey
a blurred appearence, slowly fading away as i felt the water dripped
was the sky begging for its brightest star to come back?
never once in my life i was lost at words for something so ethereal
he was appearing before my eyes like a real dream
i could touch him whenever but he was out of my reach
i probably, probably could cry out all night
trying to hold the image of perfection in my arms
oh but the world knew how i failed miserably
it was indeed all my fault, to fall without being aware
for a fallen angel

- n, 2014.

darling my darling,
tell me how did i creep into your mind
as you tried hard to shut your eyes at night
as you tried to hush away all the thoughts
isn’t love consuming us two?
yet you still surrender to its arms
falling down, harder than ever into the dark pit of love
darling my darling, don't you worry
all my life i've been watching the time ticking
as i wait for your arrival in the bottom of the pit

- n, 2014.