chick·en* /ˈCHikən/ • adj.* 1. 'guess I can't always be tough. 2. sometimes I have to hide in the shadows of misery.

You're whispering way too loud,
They might hear;

Like my heart beating too loud,
You might hear

He sat across the extent,
On the wide room floor

She just curled up on bed,
As if he didn’t exist

He wanted to speak,
But no words came out

Her eyes started to leak,
Although she didn’t dare wipe it up

He stood and walked to the door
With hesitance, he almost fell

She wanted to stop him
As she heard the **** turned

He waited for her,
To ask him to stop

But she didn’t
Her conceit was too high

Nobody spoke
He left
She wept**

If sorries were that easy to say
Then maybe, they both stayed

Then I came to the realization
That I wasn’t really alive
Because I haven't felt how is it
To be *dead

It's funny how I'm a universe.
                   A universe so vast.
                                  So vast you'll never see the whole me.



The whole me? Does it *matter?

I woke up in an ear-bleeding silence
My alarm clock froze on my bedside table

As I shove off my blanket of me,
The sun hasn’t sneaked in the windows yet

So I crawled out of bed
And headed to my room’s glass square hole

Rubbing my eyes, I slowly pulled the curtains,
Only to find out what my eyes couldn’t swallow

It’s not orange clouds in a purple sky that I saw
Instead, a tiny light oozing from the surface of dim Adam’s ale

It’s not fowls that crept among the winds
But hundreds of sea beasts paddling ways in the water

I was dumbfounded by the sight
That I almost fall over

Gently, I tapped the glass window
And to my surprise, it started to crack

And the liquid came flooding into my room,
So I tried to open my eyes and it was over.

You know how you and a butterfly similar?
You both have very beautiful wings.
You are both beautiful but you don't see it.

You know how to make a difference?
Try not being a butterfly and see your beauty,
Unless you wanna see yourself like a moth forever.