Many shun me for how I look.
Yet envy me for how I think.
But I'm just like the stars -
My Youth arises from the brink
And up it goes to the horizon!

Look at the burning constellation
As they emit their gleaming rays
And radiate a passionate fervor...
Transient, only lasting for days
It's time I shine bright!

Stare at me deeply through the night
And find that my gaze's a labyrinth
That enraptures your every attention
That I was ugly was just a myth...
I just age like fine wine!

Before we run out of time,
You'll find my Pandora's box
With curiousity creeping in,
You excitedly open its lock
And find my darkest secret.

Love. Will you take me?

Set me free
And I'll grant you my wings
As we fly
For eternity.

I live in fear
That I cannot say another word;
The pain descends
On me like a thousand bursts;
Slicing my torso in two.
The burning flame accumulates in my chest
I just want to let it out-
The ebb and flow of unspeakable tones
Articulated from my ***** into letters
Of scarlet-red BLOOD :
Bearing my shame,
My anguish,
My torment
But most of all, my happiness
And faith.

Sometimes I still open my box of memories,
Only to remember the __ you sent me.
All its good, bad and crazy, ____
still lives __in that ___.
I still__ about you every time,
When my mind rests and returns to_.
Your__and what we did last time,
Forever cannot be undermined.
Ages ago the mind would tell me, "Forget it,"
"Why do you still want to think about_?"

But the more I paint over the hole in the painting in my mind,
I keep getting reminded the hole was there.
Maybe this painting, this __ , is meant to exist,
Meant to be remembered. We may feel __ about it,
But it will always be a part of us.

We may change it, amend it, try to paint over it,
But it always stays there, the original remains a scar.
However it doesn't feel like a scar anymore if you just change
The way you see it.

Like Adam and Eve,
We were made from Dust.
The same old dreams,
The same old lust.

Where farthest aspirations
Were carved in clay,
Now thrive in contemplation
Narrated on screens today.

We share the same pigment
That colors our blood within,
Yet we change treatment
When color varied on skin.

Each word on paper once declared
Human ideals and potential
For Love and Care.
No White, Yellow or Black preferential.

May it one day, be done and there.