there stood a wall with little splashes of blue
and yellow and red and even black too
but their eyes almost bled, still no one's got a clue
with this much chaos, how should they grasp you?

barely complete, barely coherent
people acknowledged, but wondered what it meant
but those with great patience knew from the start
it's the lack and chaos that makes an art

winter snow fell twice the life of a tortoise
slowly, the colors started making a noise
highlighting its beauty, the sun gives it a kiss
today it made someone smile even during traffic

now perhaps it's okay to be puzzling at first
and lose them with the obscurity of your works
cause only one thing truly gives it meaning
that even with doubts, you never stop painting

as the lid is slowly pulled off the jar,
murmurs became deafening; near and far.
some claims it to be salt, but i barely believed,
for what i got was sugar; white and sweet.

with its superfine bits brushing through my fingers,
even the slightest swatch, for years it lingered.
no doubt, it was sugar indeed.
so delicate, everyone wanted a grip.

and perhaps, if salt was somehow lost and trapped,
in the wary gentle touches of white,
it neither overcomes nor overwraps,
the very sweetness that reigned all this while.

in this series of vulnerable thoughts,
brought about by the emotions made felt,
it was realized that the ones cautious of salt,
just denied seeing the sugar for themselves.

i watched the seasons alter right before my eyes
as the lullabies of joy slowly said good bye
but to your name, my heart kept playing drums
like a flower desperate for a ray of sun

so i shut my eyes close and begged god to hear my plea
make time stop forever and let him stay with me
"please show me a miracle", i asked for help
he answered, "knowing him was a miracle itself"

he's smiling as bright as the sun,
with his hair perfectly done.
matching every steps with her feet,
as their eyes directly meet.

his eyes twinkled as he looked at her,
for she was indeed a lovely girl.
forgetting everything in the world,
cause tonight, it was her who matters.

looking at her as if she's a star;
she seem so near yet so freakin far.
she made him feel like he's on the moon,
filling his beating heart's empty room.

but i do like him, can't he see?
all she is, is who i want to be.
i've always liked him through the years,
though he only put me into tears.