shiny sparkles of fairy dust
twisted horrors of the past
take a peek through the stained glass
and listen to the lullaby of the lass
a heart that is shallow and frail
gossips of the nightingale
let’s look back on that one summer day
as we slowly turn around and say a prayer
kiss the jellos goodnight
paint the purple sky and run wild
close your eyes
and wave goodbye

Your battle scars defines who you are
Colorful and distinctly beautiful
Not like any other
Incomparable

You’ve witnessed restless nights
Those nights of pain and anguish
Partly memories of a distant past
That reminds you of an eternal sunshine

Clouds may be gray at night
Shadows may lurk from side to side
But remember that you are a beautiful scar

A scar that cannot be erased forever

Faded skies of grey and blue
Obliterated memories of me and you
Twenty one days of pain and pleasure
A rewind of the things that we cannot measure

Resisting the affection that you’ve been asking for
Slowly the tears fall down to my cheeks once more
How can you love the monster standing infront of your door
Are you even sure that you are capable of loving, at all?

You can cry but not for too long
Your heart has been broken once more
This is the price that you have to pay
For playing the game, you weren’t suppose to play

Bruises and scars
long roads that will take you far
the sound of your wheels
the sound of my heartbeat

as kids we'd play along
sticker tattoos of black and gold
silly jokes and odd fears
as hollow as your dreams

we grew older
knowing what the future would lead us through
you broke your heart and your bones
2 years past but it pains you more

if only you'd let her in
you would not hear her scream
you would not see the light
you would not see the light

climbing statues and failing to reach the peak
remembering old photos and sharing stories
flowers that change color at winter
your eyes sparkle like glitter

scribbled words and hanging statements
random thoughts and broken laments
shared sentiments and intense debates
hidden bruises and a blurry fate

forgotten sorrows and an ended agony
captivating smiles and hugs that meant something
new beginnings and mixed signals
a chase between a dream and something ideal

one, two, three
the countdown starts til the arrival of the next victim
the next death of so much emotions
and probably the rise of something spectacular

your little eyes shine so bright
looking straight into my soul
and your smile makes me wonder
how could God make someone so beautiful?

I am in awe of your presence
suffocating but in a good way
I cannot contain whatever it is that I am feeling
and I don't want this to end, though it hasn't even started yet