A bloom on the hedge,
Wants me to stop, but I left;
‘Love, it’s getting dark’

Let us find ourselves, lay ourselves bare, run our hands across our naked hearts and not flinch when we say,
here I am home.

Society has laid it’s ***** hands upon us
Let us not live with it’s fingers
Lodged down our throats..

I'm born into this world
like a clean board of canvass,
I didn't know who will I love
I didn't know who am I going to be.
As I grow up,
my misery, my pain, and my scars
are turning into colors,
colors that i am now using
to paint the canvas of my own.

it breaks my heart to read
your broken poetry
the words you write they bleed
with sentimentality

sometimes you confuse me
with your duality
because you sing with glee
but write with agony

i know you cannot forget
for you love with intensity
yet remember i'll be here
to peruse your heart's ambiguity