Like an apple that has fallen from the tree of life,
her soul is crying intensely. 
Rolling deep between the devils' words,
getting pleasure in clinging onto his arm.. 
kissing on his hand for she has nobody.
Her heels hunts his mind as she leaves 
It plays like an everlasting symphony..

She’s the santa’s core of persistence 
insanely vibrant colorless and cold
that cannot ever seen to be set free.
He inhaled some feelings that never came out 


He gave her access to his soul through his eyes
Like if they has invited her to do something to him 
He warned her that she might get hurt 
But oh boy little does he know that she's so powerful and seductive like a medusa 


She asked him to go deeper, pleasurably,
Cause only then he can unravel her mystery.
She wonders if he only got to stumble on the shards of  her glassy heart.

She's tough, delicate and hard to reach
Life for her is nothing but shades of grey that she stashes in her hair
The scars have always been there, 

So come back when you're anesthetized 
When your pain is just as hard to vanish,
And never to be repaired, stagnant in your mind,
As a memorial to the broken parts of you and me

I don't want the pain to be the permanent cracks in the building blocks of our musical lives

So come back again anesthetized 
With your vulnerable **** smile 
Slay me behind secrets
Tell me things that I would believe 
And I'll act naïve
So we can extend our conversations and sigh with a harmonised relief

On the afternoon 
Take me away for an adventure 
Far away to the city's soul degeneration
Watch me drinking your accent and ******* down your drunk overture

 Red lipstick,dark brown hair, and skinny blue jeans
A fashionable powerful statement was a hint for you 
So stop asking me 
If I was nervous and see that through my style 
Spread your warm arms around me 
And let's discuss greek mythology or philosophy

Under the moon we got lost for a while.
As a sweet landslide coming down on me, 
You laid your head on my shoulder 

I looked through our compass,
Messed up directions!
I smiled fearlessly, looking into your eyes as they expand through the underpass

Tell me where your garden had been grown
And there, only there, let me plant a Jade Vine

I want me to find my way through her
Cause I've been drowning in music 
Lying on my heavenly magical kingdom 
Wasting away and writing a poem.


Maybe it’s not the apple’s fault..
After all, it has started a life on earth 
Could it be a blessing or a mere misleading faith