I feel it too well
Within light touches and stares
Something bloomed in our hearts,
Innocent and bare

A perplexed sky is what we are
With a dash of rain and a bit of sun
Rainbow clouds in between our sighs
An overwhelming feeling as if we're flitting

But our hearts may ache a little
When someone else discovers
So in front of a mirror
I sat and gave them riddles

Before disgusted eyebrows rise
I waited for the sun to set then whispered—
The unspoken words to be freed
But only to sunset I could concede.

DON'T  THINK OF ME,

PERFECT,

SAINTLY,

AND SO

GOOD.



LET ME TELL

YOU,

I AM ALSO

ONE OF THOSE

BROKEN,

SINNERS,

TRYING TO

LIVE A GOOD LIFE.


STUPID,

AND MAKES MISTAKES,

AND WRONGS

SOMETIMES.

AM NOTHING.

JUST LOVE TO LEARNED

TO  LIVE

TO BE

GOOD.

AS I FALL SOMETIMES,

AM NOTHING THEN,

FOR ANY PRAISES.