One day without warning someone will come into your room
He will see a beautiful girl sitting right in the corner,
Head bowed-down in despair
Holding knees, dropping tears
In an isolated place that depicts the past.

As he walks through the halls to the path towards her
He looked around and noticed the designs of concealed walls
Somewhere in between of tragedy and misery it shows
How love just come and go.

It was a proof that someday, somewhere,
Someone existed
But realized it was a wrong room he got into.
He envisions himself to be that lucky guy
Purity and sincerity touched his soul

He gave a hand for her to hold
Stood her up and genuinely smiled
Grasped her to his arms tightly
And maybe, that's his answer.

I used to write the most beautiful things
When I feel loved for everything.

Flowers grew on papers
with every words written down,
Pain has never spoken

I always savor
what's in his favor,
Even I drench in ink
by the thorns he pricked

Storm crossed the yard
In the waves I tried to linger
Left soaking in tears
Waiting for the sunshine
Waiting for it to end

As sweet as yesterday
Captivated by his fragrance
Now I cannot breathe
I want to escape this maze of wilted roses

What have I done?
Why I'm no longer safe in my own garden?

Lost with the clouds
Sadness was profound
You came and painted new colors in this miserable life
I was found

From disgrace
You embraced me
As I suffer illness
You cured me

Even trouble I become
No hesitation, you choose me
Thank you so much for saving me
You are now my forever paradise.

Every stroke between these lines
are consequences of misdeed in the past
Now, drips of heartache
spills across this page without control.

It was dark and quiet
Lurking in the midst of this forest
Standing drenched in tears
With the thought of you, my dear.

She came to you quietly
A whisper you could barely hear
Hurts from the past
Stuck her on melancholy
Sadness between her eyes
Blur all the lines

In disguise of a beauty,
is an everlasting mystery
She is just a broken soul
Added to your diary

Soon she will be the past
Soon she will be forgotten
History of a beautiful ecstasy
My love poetry.

Burdened by obligation
words painted with emotion
Defy the fragile fear
Now, show no tear

Resurrect the darkest soul
deafened silent screams
by countless promises
that is not truthfully spoken

I am a good thinker
yet a bad writer

However, I am a dreamer
so I will keep on writing
like a child keeps on drawing.