Once upon a midnight, when the moon was full,
They stared into each other's eyes and knew that they were whole.
Once upon a midnight, they shared a blissful kiss,
Something that they knew they would someday miss.
Once upon a midnight, surrounded by the dark,
They promised to love each other and never be apart.
Once upon a midnight, the sky was dark and gray,
They could no longer take it and their love started to fray.
Once upon a midnight, they loved each other so,
But the love they had was not enough to fight the shadow.
Once upon a midnight, the clouds covered the stars,
And now all that's left are the ugly scars.

i closed my eyes.
i closed my eyes and i see darkness. blank space. grey haze. and then there’s you filling the black. standing there. your dark brown hair as messy as it’s always been. waving at me with your signature crooked smile.
i closed my eyes and i see nothing but you.

i opened my eyes.
i opened my eyes and i see colors. shaft of lights. dancing tree in the middle of a windy street. kid crying as she lost her candy. clocks ticking. cars running. cat sleeping below the chair. a group of girls laughing. flowers blooming. birds singing.
i opened my eyes and i see everything but you.

all my sadness falls away and so do my senses
i'm feeling pretty senseless
my mouth is pretty reckless
my tongue is doing dances and there's a weight that's been lifted
clothes are being shifted
i'm feeling pretty gifted

You make me cry
You make me rhyme
How can I meet you in another lifetime

There was an agony in my voice
Unheard rant and tirade against
The world that couldn't appreciate your sole identity.
Life as we know it!
Trembling in fear, braving the storm not to break down in tears.
When billows of sadness roll
Embracing the state of solitude, no one to call.
Behind the dark circle, hidden with a concealer
Bottled up paranoia and scars
Drowning in a sea of misery.
What could've been done to alleviate this malady
I wish I could crumble into pieces
As ashes of smoke, disappearing into a thin air.
Did I chose this melancholic trail
Unable to succumb myself to death.
I,
A living dead
Leave me alone
I can't handle anymore pain.

at this forbidden hour,
Cinderella has to be home,
yet her hands are gently being kissed
as her heart turns into a pumpkin,
ready to be patched in mid March,
she dances with a broken glass heel,
twirls the ticking clock,
making the hour golden.