two faces, two egos
to my face you tell me everything is fine
for every flaw i perform, for every mistake
and yet, you spit venom behind my back on my name

how funny, am i right?

Pro found
           Saying the
                        quiet part
                                           out loud
                              Living in
            this world
proud

my heart – a means of transportation;
with loads of weight to carry, passenger love
interests coming in and out
                 “here’s your stop”

sometimes I want to put it in park
but without any of the sparks, my engine
will just turn into rust – can’t turn if off;
someone who can’t let love into their heart
                   “major turn off”

still here’s your turn off, right by the corner
of the tears in my eyes – the point of a journey
is enjoying the scenes of that journey, but it's
a whole lot better when you have someone on
                                           this ride

     right now, it's a lonely drive.

The path of life I once beheld,
Until I agreed to be born into this world,
I knew the reason without a doubt—
You, destined to be my mother.

In a world of right and wrong, painted gray,
Your color shines as white to me
In another life with or without choice,
I choose you.

You, once became a shade in the middle of a mirage,
Teaching the meaning of trust even though the world is gray
Among the ever-changing dune,
Our steps were once in rhythm, against the wind.

I know, the desert wind will not wait,
When the traces are finally swept away by time,
Memories become small hills on the horizon.

The sun sets,
Replaced by a cold night
And you whisper,
Not all wounds must be driven away,
Let it settle in a corner of the heart,
As a small lantern in the long night.

Now, I walk,
Carrying the burden of longing on my back,
With your shadow behind
Our story is like a small oasis
Which I sip enough to keep walking
Where I have found meaning among the barren sands.