Your heart was pure,
but was it real?
Was the heart you show,
ever meant to love?
If you knew it would
destroy a person who loves.

and he may not be pure- but I swear his love’s so holy I find redemption in his eyes

Tie a knot in twine.
Stop a thought in time.
Cut a rope, slit a throat.
Floors and walls the blood will coat.

Resist evil. Remain pure.
Do not feed these thoughts which stir.

A museum of art
Filled with wonderful crafts
Each present messages
But one left me at awe.

It possess a distinct style
Such beauty, its the heart of the place
I admired its fairness
I know nothing can best it.

But sadly, it couldn't stay for too long
Someone have bought it,
Someone else owns the painting.
I am never able to see it again.

A long time has already passed
But the truth is, I still admire that piece
Still hoping, I am longing to see it
I wish to see it again, Christian.

The sun goes down,
The lights go out,
And there are the stars and the moon

Night falls and the wounds we try to pretend we don't have,
begin to haunt us

The night is so pure
It lets you think

Think about your mistakes or what you should have said
The moon nows all the secrets

Thats why I lay in my bed awake, thinking
Sometimes feeling empty and the next morning waking up to a new day

And just like the MOON, we must go to phases of emptiness to feel full again

All along
I’ve been looking through
The stained, the pure
The meaning of clear

With a surreal light
Which bends the prism
And frees me from physical
Prison cell

And all along I’ve been looking through
The edge of iron and steel
The wood, the window
The highest ideal

My window

hi i'm zee. i'm 17 years old as of the moment i'm writing this to you.
i have met numerous boys until i met you. used them as substitutes as to what it would feel like to be finally with you.
i hate feeling like a burden so i tend to bottle up my feelings and sometimes i eventually explode.
i like the rain. i like how nature reminds me that it's normal to feel sad and to cry.
i like sunsets more than i like the sunrises. i like how the sun setting tells me that even the most important things in life get tired and
needs rest so i should too.

i'm unsure about what i like. but i'm pretty sure about you.
i have nights where i question myself what's taking you so long to finally get to me? are you even coming?
--- i have thought about giving up in love and how i don't need it. how i can live without you.
i haven't met you but god, you're always in my mind.

i'm needy, remind me everyday why you chose me. remind me that you love me because i am unsure if you do.
i have nights where i imagined you holding me, so when you do get to hold me please never let go.

i hope you'll never let me go, never let me write another letter like this.

i have incredibly bad writer's block i could go on months of not writing anything
but i can never continue my day without saying a word to you.

hi i'm zee, again. i'm not sure how old i am now that you finally get to read this.
i don't know if i'm still all the things i wrote. but i'm still sure of you.