I'd wish I'd grown a pair of wings,
So I could soar the world swiftly,
I'd wish I'd grown a pair of wings,
So I can see all, even far from what I see.

I'd soar up high beyond the skies,
I would take you with me;
I'd lay upon the cotton clouds;
As we'd talk and ponder dearly.

I'd wish I had a heart of gold,
To be right for that heart of yours.
I'd wish I'd had a heart of gold,
So I'd not see the worldly horrors.



















But Cloud 9 suddenly crumbled apart;
Taking us with it,
We'd be saved alive, but distant;
Conjuring nothing sane but explicit.



















You've changed all that much;
I'm not sure if it's for good.
I saw you change but happier,
I guess I'd let not myself protrude.

The sky grew suddenly darker,
Blue turns to ashes;
I'd be changed by our memories,
Oh wait — your deceit.

I'd wish I'd grown a pair of wings,
Now I know it'll never come;
To see all, feel all, know all,
Even what I thought we would inevitably be.

I'd wish I had a golden heart,
Even though mine's always been rotten,
I'd be happy, though I'd never soar,
*Watching you fly with another angel.

I once knew a man
Whom I'd see everyday
And I'd swear he'd love all and hate not even one.
And I'd swear he'd always smile through the day.

He'd be joyful and kind,
Handsome and smart
He'd let no one fall behind,
He'd let everyone take part.

How could a man so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to torture himself with pain and regret,
To poison himself that "nothing is the cure"?

I once knew a man
Whom I'd see everyday
Who'd see the goodness in all, though not an academian,
Who'd let nobody alone to enter the fray.

How could a man so perfect,
Feel bad about himself?
To torture himself with pain and neglect,
To put his big heart on the shelf?

I once knew a man
Whom I'd see everyday,
No one thought he'd be a madman,
No one thought he'd never want to stay.

How could a man so perfect,
Doubt himself so bad?
As for him, his emotions, adject,
Seeing himself, a terrible lad?

























I once knew a man
Whom I'd see when he goes past,
No one knew who ruined his fun,
Sadly he took the breath that was his last.

He may be joyful and kind,
Handsome and smart,
But he'd let his tears slide,
And break his big, big heart.

He wrote some notes to leave:
"Sorry I didn't tell"
"But I just felt so bad, I just couldn't live."
"Sorry I didn't tell"

And to the one who'd be reading my letter,
Who feels the way I do;
I'd know everything would be better,
Please don't give up on you.

Rest upon your chamber,
Fall down to haunting slumber;
Rise not to see the light of day,
But the last moments before the darkness'd decay.

A cold enough to freeze me whole,
Yet not rival the breeze of the winter Fool,
Chill me down to my spine,
Take from me what's near but never mine.

The icy winds won't soon fade,
Yet one can best it, the heat that I've made;
The heat of brethren's fissures and turmoil,
A fight within the mother soil .

What is he is never I,
What his damnation is far from my madness by;
He sought to give justice that he is a Father,
He can't even calm a raging child and a crying mother.

These words aren't meant to be spoken,
If it was, then it wouldn't have been written;
Alas, a naive child retires again,
*With his horns half kept and his words half spoken.

Jumpstart my engine with flowery words,
Manipulate me once again,
Fool me to thinking I'm nobody,
Just so you could chastise my works with black pen.

If you'd wonder how I'd write horribly,
Look no further than to see yourself!
I write because I am inspired of your decaying,
You're the bad one on the shelf!

My words make no sense? Ha!
Of course it'll never come to you!
But, I don't understand;
You'll never understand what's true!

You'd be pleased to see me suffer,
Don't be shocked if I do enjoy yours, too;
I'd be ****** to hear you whisper:
You'd always been my waterloo.

I'd better be your waterloo!
You'll never tame the demon in me!
The demon you created;
Rotting me rapidly!

So go tell everybody you were right:
That I am a ****-up;
But, truth be told,
*I'd like it more if you'd shut up.

What a naive boy;
Born not of royalty,
Born not of peasantry.
Standing in a podium of censures,
In front of a thousand "acquaintances".
Too scared to say something wrong;
Too scared to move by his will.
He is bent by what they want him to be;
Restricted to become a cyclical mind.
Yet, he rebels their laws,
He became secretive.
He hides under the cloak of a dead man.
He sees the world black and white.
He becomes dead.
Yet, one becomes a catalyst;
Making his heart beat lively;
Making his stomach filled with butterflies;
Making his head flutter with thoughts.
He'd wish that one understand,
Yet so close, yet very distant.
He was too weak to speak his heart;
The catalyst favored another.
He is lost.
He is dying once more.
His heart loses rhythm.
His stomach churns.
His eyes dim and close.



In his dreams, he sees,
He dances,
With the catalyst.















**Too bad he's too weak.

Transparent or stained,
The choice is yours to make.
Either pristine or grand,
It always seemed adamant;
Yet one slip away it shatters.
Your perfect piece, ruined.
Your image, destroyed.
Sudden scattering;

Piece

By

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Hold

Carelessly,

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Watch yourself fail miserably.

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Crumble.

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The damnation of he;
Is the damnation of I.

Words are words
Yet some are empty
Yet some are nothing
Yet some are deadly

I once met a man who thought everything could go his way;
I said to him: Life's not your personalized story book!
And so he slumped down and decayed the rest of his history.






**The man I knew was me.

I'd always end up the same,
Seeing you with a smile,
While breaking my heart in more than half.
I'd always be silent whenever you're around,
I'd always shift my eyes to other things,
Failing immensely.
I'd cry when nobody's around,
Because I'd know that it'd never be true,
The thought of me and you.
I'd want you to be the one to hold hands with me,
But I'd know you'll do that with somebody else,
Somebody much better than me.
Yes, you've left my heart to ruin,
Yet I'd still not go,
Yet I'd still not give up the impossible.
You can love who you want,
*Just let me love you.